There is a peck order in the house and Clyde, being larger than the other
cats, is at the top of it.   Bonnie is No. 2 and Fluff right at the bottom.

B and C are a team.   They lick each other, chase each other, sleep together
and  talk together endlessly - Fluff watches - should I say enviously!  She
is the outsider.

Take this little scenario.   Fluff is sitting in the middle of the lounge
minding her own business and looking as beautiful as only a pedigree
blue-smoke persian can,   Clyde walks past  and clocks her  - really to show
her he is No. 1.   After being clocked Fluff takes on a defiant look  - she
refuses to run away and just glares at him out of giant amber eyes.   There
is no fight, Fluff just stands her ground and Clyde strolls away having (in
his mind at least) put her in her place.

At meal times No. 1 walks up to Fluff and puts a paw on her head.   This is
a command to stop eating and she obeys, after all when you are a tiny cat in
a giant heap of fur, what else.   Result, she sits and watches as he devours
her dinner.

Occasionally Clyde gets her on the run and chases her through the house.
She ends up under the sofa and stays there until he goes away.

When it comes to lap sharing Fluff arrives and settles in.   When No. 1
arrives he expects her to leave, (there really isn't room for two).   She
won't leave so he clocks her.   Fluff knows she has protection and gives him
the amber eyed glare.   I take her part and push him off.

The interesting part in the whole thing is that Fluff is not down-trodden by
No. 1.    Standing up for herself is the name of the game and Clyde knows it

The by-stander is all this, Bonnie, mainly just ignores Fluff.    When
Bonnie is chased by Clyde (and as No. 1 he usually does the chasing) she is
sometimes caught and as she is also a little cat she is sometimes hurt and
howls in pain when sat upon by a large, tough cat.   More intervention from
me.

Cats are fascinating creatures.

Bev

--
I was the next-door kid's imaginary friend.