Noisy Cats

Don't ask me how I got the courage, but last night I decided to show Katy who was boss around here. I wanted her to believe it was me. When she came to eat her food in the middle of the night, I lay down in her way, and glared at her when she growled at me. That led to a meow-festival that brought Kasey out to see what was going on. By the time I got Katy to jump on top of the TV, She got into it and put me on Her lap. Kasey went back to bed and Kate got full access to her kibbles, her water and her litter box. For a minute there, I knew how it felt to be top cat. Of course, She reminded me that She was top cat, which would seriously astound Kasey.  Today things were pretty much back to normal, with a little glaring and a few quiet meows.  I am not comfortable with being mean. I think I learned how where I lived before I came to Him and Her. She did not scold me, but She said I should be nice to Kate. Things will be better if everyone is nice. That's what She thinks, and She wants me to think that, too. Sometimes, though, I think She forgets that there is a place inside cats where they feel things about being cats. Humans can't always understand that cats don't want newcomers in their routines.  I promise I will not be mean to Kate. Kate's girl next door calls her Katy Angel. I am not sure how much of an angel Kate is, but I won't say anything. Leftovers tonight. Yum. Toodle Pip.