Alright folks. Show me your fighter.
Today, mine's Cinder. Coming in at a lean mean 13 pounds, she's the length of a Cadillac and fuzzy like a slipper.
Beware: KNIFE FINGERS.
Ruth - Seven and a half pounds of Feral Rescue, who runs a daily protection racket: "Wake up and feed me, or I start destroying things you love."
Though she be but little, she is fierce.
