Minuit hated the kittens as soon as they entered our home. Despised them. She exhibited such violent loathing that we frequently had to physically remove her from their backs and spray her with water. At the age of 4, Minuit was well-on her way to being crotchety (not to be confused with crochet-y - although that would make us tonnes of cash in YouTube videos if we had her making wee blankets for the elderly cats in her neighbourhood.)
Since we moved to the new house, Minuit has had a change of heart towards Steve, and who can blame her? Steve is an attractive orange tom cat with lots of personality, who will stretch his long body across a quilt, showing off his sexy tom physique. Lola, Minuit will still bully, gamboling after her younger sibling as only a 1/2 paralyzed cat can, chawing
on Lola's neck when she catches her. To be fair, Lola is a bit of a
drama queen and might over-react a titch when an open mouth turns toward
her, but when I hear her yowling and turn to look, Minuit is usually
pinning her down and growling at her by that point.
Minuit now sleeps with Steve. Cuddles up to him, grooms him. The other day I stepped in a wet, slimy, orange hair ball. I assumed that it was from Steve's gullet, but in second consideration I'm pretty sure that the bile-covered hair came, in fact, from Minuit, who now seems to spend all her spare time glued to Steve's side. For two beasts incapable of having kittens, they seem to be pretty damned intimate, often sleeping on top of one another. I opened my closet curtain to get dressed this morning, and the look Minuit gave me was pure venom. I apologized and left. I think I may have twat-blocked her.