We're finding out that Phoebe isn't the alpha-cat we thought she was. After the Walsh invasion, she quickly found refuge...on top of the duct work between the first floor and the basement, which she accesses from the laundry drop opening in our bathroom. Beatrice is proving to be the real alpha-cat. Her hissing fits have Walsh quite buffaloed, and he's keeping his distance. (Little does he know that her front paws have no claws.) Both cats are showing signs of increased courage this morning as they occasionally venture out into "enemy territory." We keep the sliding door open just enough for them to quickly retreat if they feel threatened. The interaction is almost comical!
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