Casey here. I am small and mighty and I live (for now) with six other cats. They are ALL bigger than I am. It’s tough being the smallest. First it was mostly just my brother, Ethan, and me. Ethan’s bigger than I am but I’m smarter. He can pin me, and when I wasn’t feeling well it often hurt me. But the human would usually rescue me if I let her know that it hurt.
Later I met the giants. They don’t play — at all. (At least not with us; I hear weird noises at night!) They were really grumpy at first, lots of hissing. Sometimes they’d even smack us on the head — mostly Ethan. Ha ha. Later they’d pretend to ignore us but I saw them watching when we played. I think they were jealous.
Then one night we met three others. Two teenagers who thought they were so cool and a really nice mom! She bathed us and snuggled us as soon as she met us. It was nice! But those teenagers. They were rough and mean. Baloo wasn’t too bad and she was easy to get away from; she didn’t like the living room. But that Ace. He doesn’t know when to stop. The human had to rescue me a few times. Then one night, I don’t know what got into him. He kept chasing me and interrupting my playtime. He got me pinned and it really, really hurt. I screamed and the human came and rescued me and was really angry with him but he ran away. The next thing we knew the giant, Murphy, was chasing Ace and gave him a couple of really good whacks! I didn’t think Murphy liked me, but I guess he really doesn’t like bullies! The human put Ace back in his room and called a time out for everyone — and she didn’t get mad at Murphy.
I sure wasn’t mad at Murphy. Murphy is my hero.