Check it out, the new kitten’s sneaking up on the dog again.
Oh, this’ll be good. Bet you fifty walnuts he gets thrashed this time.
You’re on. C’mon, kitty! Go for the tail, go for the tail!
Hey, Fido! Show that pipsqueak what your teeth are made for!
Whoa, I totally did not see that coming.
The dog just jumps up, with the kitty still latched onto its tail…
… and then — crunch! — right into the coffee table!
Well, I guess it’s a draw, then.
Once again we see the corrupting influence of wagering in sports, Milosmom.