Tayla, who's a little love bug (and maybe should have been an "only" cat)
was cuddling with me on the sofa in the great room, then moved to the end
table to lay down.  Jessie was walking past coming from the living room and
heading downstairs when Tayla jumped up, started yowling, and chased Jessie
down the stairs.  I heard *LOTS* of yowling then and grabbed my squirt
bottle and started to head down the stairs.  I saw Jessie hightailing it up
the stairs and aimed the squirt bottle behind her, but it *WASN'T* Tayla
chasing her up the stairs.  ??!!! IT WAS SAMMY ??!!  Then Sammy turned
around, went back down the stairs and chased Tayla under the futon in my
sitting room - and then sat there guarding it for the next 15 minutes.  Now,
at 18 pounds of pure muscle Sammy is more than twice as big as any other cat
in the house - if she ever takes it into her head to be the boss cat,
there's no doubt she'll succeed.  But she has always been such a wuss
before, even letting little Jessie beat the crap out of her.  This little
worm sure has turned!!!!

???  Since all claws are clipped, and there hasn't been any contact yet just
a lot of kitty cursing and threats, I'm just going to let this play out for
a while.  I'm going to put Tayla back into her room tonight to give everyone
a break, but in the end this is something they're going to have to sort out
by themselves!