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So here's the thing. For over a decade there was a strict chain of command in this house's animal kingdom. Penny, aka Lumpy, aka the Walking Stomach, aka the orange one in today's pointless photo, was the boss.

The indisputable boss.

She got her way, Max put up with it, and the dog (who was probably the real boss but I'm talking cats here) acted as referee if either of them got out of line.

It was the way things worked.

We were all used to it.

Something weird's been happening since the dog's been gone, though. It seems that Max has taken it as his cue to scale the ladder.

Erm, as it were.

We started noticing it gradually, but by now it's undeniable that Max is putting Penny in her place. And it's not exactly the place that she used to be in, if you follow me.

And if you're following me we're both going to get really, really lost...





Anyway. Since Officer Dog is no longer here to keep the peace, Max has apparently taken it upon himself to keep Penny in line. Not in a mean way (we're not exactly having hissing fights here. Well, not many anyway) and not in a way that has made them antagonists (they still sleep together, after all) but in an unmistakably you're not the boss of me manner.

It's interesting.

It's like he was just waiting for his opportunity to be king of the castle.

Kind of reminds me of some of my university animal studies. Dominance hierarchy in in action, don't you know.

Or maybe it's just a weird kitty soap opera, I don't know.




And there's no real ending or actual point to this post. In case you wondered.








All's normal with the blog, then, even if it isn't with the cats.

Good to know.