Poor Paris. Princess Paris. She's heartbroken.
Paris is a nine month old Siamese kitten. She thinks she rules the house.
Unfortunately for her view of the world, I have recently relocated my original cat, Max, back home, from the clinic where he's lived for the past year. Since I'll not be working there as of this coming Friday, Max can't stay there anymore.
Paris is coming unglued. She stalks around the house, hissing and growling. She thinks that the world has ended. She snuggles on her daddy's lap and makes pathetic eyes at him. In her royal opinion, Max is evil incarnate.
Max, however, is simply a very self-confident cat. He knows he is fine like he is and doesn't let any other animall bother him. Paris thinks all other animals need to be subservient to her, and Max just isn't cutting the "deference to Paris" mustard.
It'l be interesting to see how this dynamic finally plays out. Max or Paris? Who will go off the deep end first? My money's on Paris.
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