Turf war
It's been said before, but both my cats are crazy. You know all about Dom and his basement dementia (yesterday he brought up a dirty sock and a white t-shirt from the laundry) but rarely do I discuss the basket case that is my cat Molly, more affectionately known as "Peepers."

Peepers, or Peeps (we change nicknames in our household like nobody's business) gets her nick from the sound she makes when she wants attention (read: ALL THE TIME). It's the most pathetic noise you've ever heard. It's just the tiniest, faintest "peep" that is usually accompanied by her little paw tapping whatever body part is closest to her, be it an arm or a leg, as if she is saying, "I hate to bother you, but if you don't pet me right this second I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST. PEEP!" And the peeps do get louder if you try and ignore her. Which is impossible, because if you don't pet her immediately, she resorts to the snaggletooth maneuver. And then she licks. And then she kneads. It's cute the first 50 times in the day that it happens, but times 51 through 10,299 tend to become annoying.

Anyhoo. Yesterday morning, Dom was doing his best to break into the cabinet where their food is kept. Also in the back of this cabinet are some extra catnip toys that they got for Christmas from my aunt (we really need a baby -- my family considers our cats the "grandchildren" in the family right now). Dom managed to worm his way into the cabinet and proceeded to try and break into the package of catnip toys. Always the sucker, I took one out -- a butterfly made out of that crinkly stuffing material -- and gave it to him. He happily trotted into the living room and tossed it around for not even a minute, when...

Peeps appeared from her coffin (the upstairs closet) and zeroed right in on the butterfly. This is a cat who shuns treats, has no use for interactive toys, but whose one weaknesss is the Nip. She floves the Nip.

Dom, who is by far the alpha cat in the house, batted her away when she tried to come take a whiff of the new toy. She retreated to a spot in the living room where she could still see it, and then waited. Dom is easily distracted, and as soon as he wandered off, she went for it. She doesn't "play" with catnip toys per se. She just sits on them. Like it's an egg. So she plopped down right on top of the toy. When Dom saw this, of course he went batshit crazy. But she stood her ground and hissed at him until he went away.

I left for work and she was still sitting on that damn butterfly.

When I came home, she was STILL sitting on it. Dom was sitting about five feet away. They both had heavy eyelids and narrow pupils. Hee.

They never fail to amaze me.