Click to enlarge, ignore the scabby bits round the new catflap that are still waiting to be painted, look through the flap, and you'll see why Millie is sitting anxiously looking out, unable to proceed.
Lottie is imposing house arrest on her.
Lottie is imposing house arrest on her.
Sometimes Lottie alters the terms - Millie isn't allowed indoors. It's a harsh and arbitrary regime in the Cat Gulag, unless you're sweet, fluffy, innocent little Lottie.
Power, control, a menacing glare, and a yard broom. Perfect for keeping tabbies in their place.
LOL
ReplyDeleteMillie doesn't stand a chance , does she ! Starey-eyed and fluffy ...... a deadly combination .
ReplyDeleteyou show 'er Lottie....
ReplyDeleteOh, poor her! You need to get another cat flap...?
ReplyDeleteAnd there was me thinking that they all played nicely together!
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment with the cats - I had some previous posts of yours to catch up on. Your dear little dog looks so much happier now after the Vet's visit.Hope you are enjoying a cosy weekend with the four-legged family.
ReplyDeleteA cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do.
ReplyDeleteReign on Lottie la Queen !
ReplyDeleteAh, poor thing! We have a tabby with attitude.......... is there any other kind?x
ReplyDeleteSince Lottie crowned herself Queen, Millie has had only the kitten to play with. He steers well clear of Lottie at the moment, but I suspect that won't last forever. Hierarchy-building can be brutal!
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