Ooooh, my two big sisturs had a tiff today! Marilyn's got a bettur explanation of it on her bloggie cuz I didn't see efurrything that happened, but it seems like Marilyn was scratchin' somewheres Brainball didn't want her to scratch, and Marilyn got too close to Brainball afterwards and they started hissin' and then swattin' at each othur.
Momma cutted down on the hosstilitiez real quick by clappin' her hands and nokitty got hurt, but dang, gurls can sure be temperramentle! Marilyn and Brainball don't spat too awful much, hardly at all, really -- and I guess we're lucky they don't spat more than they do cuz they're just so diffrunt, and I think their purr-sonalities clash sometimes.
But I love 'em both, so I didn't take anykitty's side. Just call me the Diplocat.
And speakin' of love, love and huggies and kisses to my Ariel! Me and my sweetie never spat, either *kissies*.
Now for my Meezer Rule: when your sisturs get into a spat, be a Diplocat. How's that? (hey, I'm a poet and I know it, sumetimes I efun show it!)