She’ll fight, not take flight

Our cat is all guts and fight.  A strange neighborhood cat was out on our deck this evening and our little girl, who was four-paw declawed by the people from whom she was rescued and can’t really defend herself, launched herself at the window, all hiss and puff and ferocity.  She is such a little tough guy.  One of the reasons I fell in love with her was that, even as a kitty, she was a tough guy.  That hasn’t changed.  All guts, and she loves us to pieces.