Sam and Tinkerbelle are anything BUT friends. She's a lazy, spoiled, almost 13 pound feline diva. She tolerates his little 2 pound self, as long as he keeps his distance. If he wants to play, Tink will growl at him and hiss if he gets too close. He got too close one time, and I don't know if she nipped him or swatted him (she has all her claws), but he backs way way off now when she warns.
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