We Are Mighty Warriors

Sometimes--okay, every day--Tink and I fight. Not fight like we don't like each other--we're just wrassling for fun. Tinker is littler than I am, but she's pretty tough . . . and she knows it and likes to start the wrassling. Sometimes she climbs on the roll of paper towels when I'm playing with it and jumps on me. Sometimes she sneaks up behind me (but not like a tiger--I am the best tiger!) and bites my tail or butt. Sometimes I do the same to her.

Our favorite place to wrassle is in Not-Mom's lap. We roll around, and sometimes we end up upside down between her legs (but she has a towel on her lap so we don't fall or get hurt or escape). Then, after we wrassle a bit, we clean each other and settle down to snuggle.