A Bantam Weight moggy Rules the Roost

Bring it on......

 What did the  1970's Hulk Bill Bixby used to say?
It was something like
" don't get me angry...you wouldn't like me when I'm angry"
It was still dark this morning when the loud pitched growling started in the kitchen.
So with a heavy heart I schlepped downstairs in my long johns to see what carnage was going on.
This time Albert had unearthed the remains of a roast chicken which had been wrapped up in foil on top of the cooker. He had dropped the carcass on the floor and was busy stripping the bones while the four dogs sat carefully in a line just out of claw reach.
Small as he is, Albert has no problem holding his own against the cottage canines.

Winifred, was the first dog to break ranks. Confident she had bulk on her side , she put a couple of heavy footsteps  towards the chicken before Albert whipped around and boxed her face  with three lightening like slaps.
He must have used claws, for Wiinnie not only galloped out of the kitchen but she bolted up the stairs to safety.
26 kilo Bulldog 0. skinny 4 kilo wide eyed moggy with a duff leg..1

It's another stormy day here. flintshire has already had two flood warnings as the storm surge lashes the coast. 600 feet above the coastal plain, Trelawnyd is safe enough, but the ground remains terribly saturated in the sodden Ukrainian village.

 The wet and grotty weather has kept Albert inside this morning.....and thankfully it was only half an hour later when they had kissed and made up.