They aren't exactly friends--but not
enemies either
Tyson loves squirrels. The backyard squirrels are some of her favorite toys. Little buggers are too damn fast tho. When Kibbles was tiny, the box she was in smelled interesting but whatever was inside wasn't worth the time it would take Tyson to investigate it. Even when Kibbs eyes opened and she moved to the more spacious accommodations a cat carrier provided, there wasn't much feline interest. Then Kibbles got more active and took over the cage that used to be Miss Piggy's. When the old Guinea Pig died--a good year and a half after a normal pig's lifespan--the cage was washed and retired till Kibbles came along.
When Tyson joined the household she was 3 days old and the portly pig was huge compared to her three and a half ounces. Even when Tyson grew into a good size cat, Miss Piggy was always ahead in the pecking order. Now Kibbles occupies the pig palace and Tyson is just not sure what kind of a pig Kibbles is.
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