Ruski hated the little cats. He was the cute little cat. They were interlopers. The one time I slapped Ruski was for attacking one of the kittens, and I have seen the mother drive him out of the barn when the kittens were there. And Ruski was terrified of Horatio. One evening on the back porch Horatio walked over to Ruski. (He wasn't Ruski then. I didn't yet know he was a Russian Blue. I called him Smoky.) He walked over in a casual but determined manner and lit into Smoke, who ran under the table.
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