I'll admit it, Sylvie has taken part in several cat deaths. But, not this one. Ohhhhh no...
Rigby put Sylvie in her place the night I went and picked her up. He would hide behind things and jump her or herd her into the small corners of the kitchen and not let her leave. She would scream and scream until I would come get her. Now they have a love/hate relationship. Rigby loves to pester her and rub against her when she's trying to nap. Sylvie grumbles, but never says anything more than that.
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