Friday, 21 February 2014

Feeding Frenzy Friday

Our evening routine is back to normal. I patiently wait, and then Pekka lashes out.
Yeuch, stinky breath!
I fluff myself up in protest.
Ears back, I wait for Pekka to get it all out of his system.
 This is not a friendly paw hug.
And now I can stare him down and win. I have not even broken into a sweat.

10 comments:

Spitty-the-Kitty said...

A clear-cut case of Lèse-majesté if ever I saw one. Is there a guillotine available in Finland? Or maybe a hissy, nippy girlcat? Or some fleas?

Angel Prancer Pie said...

We are familiar with the "frenzy". Might we send you a small chihuahua to even things out over there? Our Chi-Chi sends us both scattering when we fuss! Heh-heh.

Happy Friday, furriends!
XOXO

Punapippuri said...

Prancer Pie - NO. Definitely not. Äiti detests them and other little yappy screechy rat dogs.

Sparkle said...

I am not so sure Pekka looks convinced in that last photo!

Marilia Bavaresco said...

Heheheh! Funny babies!

Colehaus Cats said...

Ah, the stare down for the win! Bravo! Purrs....

The Swiss Cats said...

You won the first round, Pekka doesn't look like a loser... We're not sure you won the battle ! Purrs

Flynn said...

I am not sure it is the victory you are telling us Punapippuri.

Katnip Lounge said...

Cod, nuffin is as bad as pushy youngsters!

Derby, Ducky said...

Wrasslin' for brofurs is so much fun.