What makes Reese so mean?
I’m Reese and I’m really not that mean, but I have to put up a front to control all the humans in the house. A simple ankle attack is usually sufficient to remind them who is REALLY the boss around here.
I enjoy plastic Wal-Mart bags, Christmas tree ornaments, toes, fingers, fish, and putting paw-prints on every inch of windshield when I escape into the garage. Also, anything that dangles or moves is fair game. Speaking of games . . . when the game is on, EVERYTHING MUST STOP! Bring me my brew, human!
Photo submitted by: C Anon