The Assassin

There are two cats that prowl my small house. One is a large tabby whos name is Linguine. I love him a lot. He’s some what mellow and I had him first, so he is a like a big brother to my younger smaller cat who is named Jefferson.

Jefferson is white cat with a zigzag black stripe down his back ending on his tail. Speaking of his tail, it leaves his body and makes a right turn and subsequently a few zigzag moves of its own. We’re not sure but we believe it could have happened when he was born.

When I brought him home Linguine beat him up and terrorized him as cats have want to do. Jefferson spent lot’s of time on his back fending off my larger tabby. He cried pitifully as he was mauled.

I have noticed lately though that even though the size difference hasn’t changed much that Jefferson has been getting the upper hand in their exchanges. He retailiates now and I notice that he has a habit of seemingly not paying any attention and then pouncing on Linguines head or back and meeting out his own punishment.

Linguine has become a lot more cautious and I see him running away at times with Jefferson in pursuit. My little black and white Assassin!

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