Establishing Dominance

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Crash lives here now. He just does. 

He takes over our living room every evening, rolling around, running in front of my feet, nudging legs, demanding catnip and playing with all of the cat toys.

And here he is helping himself to Caro's dinner. The thing is, she was actually trying to cut him a piece of her sausage. She was going as fast as she could but NO.

NOT FAST ENOUGH. 

Crashy now rules the house. But he is very sweet and chirrups and purrs and dances about on his back feet, waving his front paws in the air. 

It is a benevolent dictatorship. I humbly bow before my new ginger overlord.

S.