Honestly, life is too short to be worried about her language towards me. The problem is, really, she is scared. Scared of loosing her space in the Pride. She shouldn't be too concerned as I will be top cat! I know it. I am the longest reigning Queen for starters. It might change about a bit, but for now, I have my heart set on world domination!
Faith is one for World domination too, she has always been topcat and even though she is neutered, she has some crafty moves for a six year old. She doesn't phase me though, I have moves to outwit her. But Mum Grace is a bit...um, well, stoopid! She yowels at Faith and Faith chases her, then she corners her and then, if she is fast enough, takes a chomp out of my Mum. Just look at the nasty scar on Mum's sniffer. That was Faith being gentle!! Yesterday, Faith wore a bright white mustache where she had taken a chomp from the underside of Mum Grace's belly. She sported it for a few minutes until ManSlave picked her up and told her off and put her in the House of Fun with Lillibet. WALK OF SHAME over the sky bridge. Pfft, she doesn't care. The HOF is all her territory now too. The only bit Gracie owns is the top bunk on the landing and that's only because Faith is too rotund to climb up there!
Well, off to work out how to do a double bounce and back flip off the side of the cat post. I have been working on that and tripping the Parentals as they carry things. It's such fun and when they tell me off, I lay at their feet squirming. The other day, I lay on the stairs and flopped from step to step on Momma's foot, biting it and curling around it. She shouted at me and that made me much worse and I could hardly stand from laughing. Her face was a picture. Anyone would think she was scared or something?
With love from Vee <3