There is no doubt about it, Deo still reigns supreme.   There was a
frightful lot of screaming and yowling yesterday and I went out to find
Clyde cowering by the back door.   Deo was there and administering a
hiding.  The girls had vanished long ago and appeared later looking back
nervously over their shoulders.  

I had a quick talk to Clyde.   He is a huge, well-muscled heavy cat and
should make mince meat of Deo who while still a big cat is a lot older
and getting quite tatty-looking.   "Don't you realise that you are king
of this jungle," I told him severely.   Clyde had the grace to look
ashamed.   He is the inside king of the food bowl and ruler of the
girls.  I was reminded of the Wizard of Oz and the cowardly lion.   Oh
well, guess I should be grateful that he is such a sweet, non-combative
boy - perhaps he will get some grit as he gets older but I am not
holding my breath.

Bev
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I got rid of my husband.   The cat was allergic.