May 21, 1997
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Kibby bit me. Right arm. Bruised badly but not bloody except where she got a scab from a Wilbur scratch. Kibby hates to be picked up - except by me. Usually she'll crawl right onto my shoulder and rub against my chin. Not today. She got a glimpse of another cat and that set her off. Lots of snarling and yowling today. Must be spring. Jaguar let me stroke his throat. He can be mellow when he wants to be. He even purred for me. |
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