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Pam Shirk accused me of instigating cat/dog fights, and I do not! They just kind of happen when I'm there. 
Take just now for instance. I heard two cats growling under the couch where I was sitting, and I peered over the back to see what was going on. Obviously two of them had tied for the open space in the middle where they all love to hide at one time or another.
What should appear to my wondering eye but the tip of an angry ex-tom's tail, twitching furiously from side to side. By stretching I could just reach it, and without a twinge of conscience I gave it a vigorous tug, to kind of egg things on, doncha know.
Damn, Cherokee was mad! He came boiling out from under the couch with fire in his eye and teeth bared just as I pulled my hand back and Mac ran around the corner to see what was going on. He found out. In fact, he almost became an hors d' oeuvre (or horse ovary, as helen s. says) in a wiener dog sandwich.
Cherokee reared up on his hind legs and took a swipe at Mac that would have decapatooted him if he had still been there. However, just in the nick of time the pup thought of a pressing engagement elsewhere and went to take care of it. You know how Mac is; busy, busy, busy. Always on the go.
But you see how it is. I was just a guilty, I mean an innocent bystander this time, but you know Pam's gonna blame it all on me.
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