This morning, too early for me really.. My niece (not the live-in, the twin) woke up and got all chatty, so I had to get up and listen. Not that I mind listening, I just prefer to be more awake for these discussions. Anyway, Star was perched on my hip when the chatty one came in, and she decided that this was far too much conversation in the morning for her too so she jumped down and went to patrol her kingdom.
Leo must have been upstairs because we heard hissing in the hall and then bounding down the stairs. Star came back to the bed, foe vanquished, and made herself at home with a smug little kitty look on her face. Then she spied a comb.. Oh does she love combs and brushes! She has a weird thing about hair that I'll tell you about another time. For now I'll just say that she claimed the comb and preceded to rub it all over her face.
Leo, not nearly as vanquished as Star presumed, trotted back into the room, tail high, and did some sentry duty back and forth at the foot of the bed. Checking for hanging sheets and hiding places one would suppose. This did not disturb her highness as she was too busy with the previously mentioned comb.
That is, until Leo the Bold jumped, yes, jumped! onto the bed and ran a quick circuit, leaping Princess HissyFace so fast that she barely had time to register a belated growl before he was gone! She was, however, now apprised of the fact that the Intruder was intruding in HER space. Comb all but forgotten, she watched him scope out the room, being held back from putting him in his place by two previously chatty humans.
This was not his only infraction either! He had the audacity, the unmitigated gall, to walk across.... her own, personal, private, hitherto unadulterated, special closet bean bag! He didn't just walk across it, he stamped! Removing and rearranging her custom fitted indentations! Oh the humanity! um... Oh the Cattity?
As he trod and squished and generally took his time squishing the squishy bean bag, she growled from her spot on the bed. She never moved, she just... growled.. The entire time he had paw to bean bag! It was funny really, like she was telling him, loudly and repeatedly, that he was trespassing on sacred ground, but she never moved a muscle to actually do anything about it.
She might, just might, be mellowing? Or perhaps she was guarding an even greater treasure.. The lovely blue comb!
(I appologize for the cell phone pictures, that's all that was handy!)