I remember the one time I ever slaaped Ruski attacking one of the kittens. The way he looked at me, the shock and hurt, was identical to the look I got from my amigo Kiki. I was sleepy and petulant. He came in and started pushing at me, and finally I slapped him. In both cases I had to make amends. Ruski disappeared but I knew where ge was. I went out to the barn and found him and brought him back. Kiki sat there with a tear in the corner of his eye. I apologized and finally he came around.
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