The Wicked Witch of the South, aka Olive, just can't help herself. Angel kitty, aka Willa, must be ambushed.
I usually get alerted by screaming (Willa), so when I came running to the rescue this morning, it had already happened, and Willa had puffed up to three times her size, and she had the most impressive tail (usually like a string) ever:
One of the Witch's favorite spot to prepare for ambush, under the kitchen chair:
Olive is in my lap right now, purring her head off and kneading.
Bookmarks