When Kayloo first came into our home we were worried that Mickey wasn’t going to be high energy enough for her. Kayloo would nip at his tail, his nose… his entire head. She’d bounce around, nudge him and then lay on him in a final attempt to get his attention. Mickey would run in the other direction with his tail securely between his legs, ignore her entirely or stare at me with pleading eyes. I am fairly certain he was saying something along the lines of: Are you KIDDING me? Why oh WHY is she touching me and how did she get in here anyway? And then slowly, ever so slowly Mickey became less shy and blossomed into a wee, fuzzy, 16lb, brown bundle of HOLY TERROR. I am not kidding. He was a growling, humping pain in the butt and he only calmed down after we ran him on his exercise wheel thing for half a day. And then he’d blink and be back at it again.
These pictures are taken before Mickey became Evil. Below you can see Mickey is plainly saying*: I see that you have put your paw in my eyeball. Again. We’ve talked about this. I hate you.
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