Mirsku Monday Ninja Tussle

Loyal readers, did you see what happened yesterday? The outrage! My blog got hijacked. That cheeky young butterball ninja boycat stole it. And he called me Red Pepper Fluff Ball. Now only Äiti is allowed to call me that. What a cheek. Now my name does mean red pepper - not the silly vegetable sort, but a spicy hot chilli. I am indeed hot stuff! But no one gets to steal my blog and call me that. Especially if they are a fluffless lilac breed kitten! 

I am very pleased to now show you what happened next when Mirsku-veli interrupted Jura in yesterday's sequence.

 Jura got played with like a little toy!

 Mirsku went for the full tummy snorgle. This, is a truly scary experience.

 The firm paw, under which the butter ball-less one squirmed.

 Even when Jura slid away, Mirsku was in control.

 No feet in the face will bother him.

 Fatboy's mighty paw still descends.

 And a swift grab round the throat.....

 And Jura tries to back away.

 And so he should: slink away in disgrace. Mirsku-veli is no match.

And no one gets to call me mammanpoika and gets away with it. Pah!