No, not when it's your beddy-bye basket. And little ol' Cashew just wanted to stick up for his sister, Bear.
Winky was inside again. I really can tell she's getting older now. She is not comfortable with the cold air outside, even though she does have a great little place to hang out thats' heated; my old office! It's still my workshop for food images and framing so it is comfortable, heated and has a couch. But she has chosen to come inside, for now.
But back to the beddy-bye basket. Winky saw the basket and couldn't help herself. I mean, who could, right? It's a beddy-bye basket with a burlap blankie!
So there she was: Winky - in the basket!
Then Cashew awoke from his deep slumber and noticed her:
It took him a moment to realize the intensity of this faux pas at beddy-bye basket etiquette, but once noticed he quickly responded with a strike to the head!
Winky retaliated with several power punches to the face!
and then it was over. Statement made.
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