December 21 eve: Flopper snuck downstairs when I wasn't paying attention and didn't have the baby gate in place. I heard a huge ruckus, ran, and found Flop and Sam going at it. My reflex was to grab the easier target, Flop. As he tried to struggle free from my grasp he left skid marks on my face.
When will I learn not to get in the middle of their arguments? Here's Rosie rubbernecking the scene:

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