Dot often reminds me so much of her sister.  She's like Betty, but
with all the subtlety stripped away. :)

When I was working around the house, Betty would supervise from a
respectful three paces away.  Dot sticks her nose into everything, and
I can't even brush my teeth without being headbutted from the sink.
Betty would only get zoomies after I've gone to bed, and I never saw
her zoom, only heard it.  Dot zooms all over the place, all the time.
Betty would nosekiss.  Dot's kiss goes: "lick, lick, lick, lick,
bite".

Still, she insists on certain protocol, particularly with Buster.
Buster's sometimes not allowed to come into a room, and Dot will guard
a doorway and prevent him from coming in.  When that happens, Buster
is supposed to sit quietly for a while and wait.  When Dot turns away
from him, that means that he's allowed to slowly pass by.

Buster does make some mistakes though.  Like jumping onto the cat tree
without checking to see first whether Dot is there.  Or trying to
sneak up to Dot and curl up next to her while she's sleeping.  Last
week, I found a little scratch on his nose - he must've made a major
transgression.

To Betty, home was a sanctum where everything was treated with
reverence and care.  I wonder what she would've made of Buster?

He's such a goofy little pest kitty.  When he streches out to sleep on
your chest, putting his polydactyl paws on your cheeks and dreaming,
it feels like you have a giant centipede crawling on your face.