I just caught Graemer and Gabe going at it on the porch. I let them go for it until I couldn't take it anymore. Gabe yells like he is being murdered, when in fact, he has so much fur, nothing could penetrate. They don't use claws, they use their mouths! At some point I said something, like, that's enough guys, and Graemer looked up (all tangled in Gabe's white fur) and the look on his face said it all. He had that "who, me?" look, stopped for a split second and then continued. They then took it into the house, from the porch and finally stopped after a few minutes. These same two cats clean each other. I think it is their way of communicating - and reminding each other who really runs the joint.

I too would protect the little ones, but it will work out, I promise. Unless one is bloodied, I wouldn't worry about it. They will learn who is king of the hill soon enough! That's their world.....or not.....some households don't have two wannabe alpha cats.....

Are we having fun yet?