This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Spike and Sugar came loping in, and spying the clowder of kittens, charged, barking gleefully. Princess did an about face and took off. Isis took off too - straight at Spike. With a leap, she landed on his head, digging in claws wherever they happend to land. Spike slid to a stop, now wearing a kitten on his head, and since he was a Chihuahua puppy, the kitten was a handful, or headful as the case may be.
Spike shook his head, or tried to, which was difficult while wearing a cat. He then began spinning around and around trying to unseat the kitten. Sugar, realizing what was happening, stopped to watch, then ran to help Spike. Finally, after hours of pain - at least in Spike's mind - and before Sugar could get to them, Isis released Spike and launched herself toward one of the chairs, using the fabric to climb to the seat, then on up onto the arm so she could look down on a bewildered Chihuahua and hiss at him. Spike had just met an Abyssinian. Her reflexes made his look as if he were buried in molasses.
He sat to glare at her and lick his wounds, but since they were on his head, he couldn't. Sugar, whining, licked his terrible wounds (two tiny drops of blood) as he sat bravely staring at the fighting machine masquerading as a kitten...
Have a goodun;