Another cat fight just erupted on the couch. For whatever reason, my female diva cat has one goal in life. That goal is to make sure she gets whatever spot my older cat is sleeping upon. She's younger but claimed everything as hers the minute she arrived. It didn't matter that she was the new cat in the household or that my older cat had already claimed the kingdom as his own when he arrived four years before.
That Alice, she shows no fear. Unless somebody comes through or knocks at the front door. In that case, she scurries upstairs and hides under the bed until she's sure the coast is clear.
Poor Edgar. The disgust he feels anytime she's around is marked by every hiss that emits from his mouth.
After the scuffle, he pulls himself together and sits next to me on the arm of the sofa. He glares as Alice sleeps. I tell him it's okay to give it right back to her, but he'd rather sit with me and get some head and neck scratches.
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