Stavanger Bay angel from montgomery

Sandpiper was almost constantly at a teat, trying to fill her rotund little belly as much as she possibly good. She suckled greedily, and became ornery whenever she was separated from the milk dispenser. Unless she was asleep, of course - then all else be damned! At the moment, she was not capable of caring for anyone other than herself. After all, her sole task was to survive infancy, to grow big and strong, so that she might be able to grow old enough to procreate. It was the cycle of life, and she was at the very beginning. 

What was perhaps worse than being forcibly removed from a sore teat was being harassed while she was trying to eat. Something clumsy and small bumped into her side, and she detached herself only to issue an indignant squawk of protest. How dare. In retaliation she delivered a swift karate chop with a front paw (ie, clumsily flailing with three out of four limbs because lol what is motor control?) aimed in the general direction of her nuisance of a littermate, Redshank.