He's My Baby
Rico thinks he's so tough. I was playing with him yesterday and I had his squeaky toy and I wouldn't give it back, so he decided he was going to growl at me.
He's barely a foot long, he stands maybe six inches from the ground and he doesn't even weigh 10 pounds.
His growl was so pathetic, I had to laugh. A cat purrs louder that little sound Rico made!
"Oooh! I'm afraid of you!" I told him.
It's been almost a month since I got him and already, I'm hooked. He's a part of my life now, and I love him like a parent loves their child -- he's my baby.
A nasty tomcat (who was at least three sizes bigger) came around yesterday and tried to mess with Rico, but I hissed him away.
"You mess with Rico and I'll skin you alive!" I shouted after him.
I meant every word.