From last summer. Note that the biggest body gets to soak up all the sun! There are 4 cats in this photo. Find them all!
Dramatis personae (or perhaps felinidae): Alis, a young and slightly shy female cat, Fritz, an older, wiser and much more arrogant female, Magoo, a large strapping male cat who often ends up as the bully of the piece, simply because his entire world revolves around himself, so of course yours does, too.
I've given the cats their bedtime treat of canned food. Alis sits beside the almost-empty water dishes, staring at me intently, willing me to get the telepathic message that SOMETHING must be done about the water situation NOW! Fritz walks over, Alis wraps her tail around both dishes protectively and whines. "Don't come here! Water dishes empty! Mom fixing them!" Fritz: "Look, I just want a drink." Alis, "No! NO-O-O! Mom fixing them! Don't come here!" Fritz leans into Alis's face, Alis starts to shriek in a high-pitched whine. Things are getting heated. The discussion turns ugly.
I go over, take both dishes to fill them. Well! NOW what is Alis supposed to do? She walks a few steps away, looking mystified, as she often does. Fritz smirks at her, then sits in the middle of the mat where the water dishes go. Ha ha!
I set one dish down, Fritz starts to drink. There's no room for the second dish because Fritz has taken over the entire mat, and she won't move. What to do?! Alis hovers anxiously. I squeeze Fritz's tail out of the way, and make enough room to set the second dish down. Immediately, Fritz switches to that dish (that water must be fresher, see, because it's newer). She IS the senior cat after all, she gets first dibs. Alis carefully steps over the other dish and crowds herself between the wall and Fritz. She looks beseechingly at me as she laps gingerly at the water. Life is so unfair! Fritz ignores her and doesn't move.
And now that we've reached this delicate detente between the two girls, both high-strung sensitive types prone to fits of nervous temper (if they could slam doors or flounce or sulk openly, they would), in walks Magoo, who has been nowhere in all of this. He outweighs both girl-cats combined.
"Oh, is there water? Great!" He shoulders both of them aside, leans over one dish and drinks out of the other. Drama ended.
I have five cats. They're all related. Their mothers were barn cats on the farm where I used to live. I rescued about 30 over the years, found homes for 18 or so. I kept some as pets. Five of them live with me now. I swear, sometimes it's like living with little furry aliens!