I cohabitate with 3 members of Feline Royalty which suits me very well as I also consider myself as Queen of Hamilton.
They each have their charms and challenges although once you get used to challenges therein lies the charm.
Front and center is King Jack. King of the household – he thinks and perhaps at one time it was true. To soothe his easily ruffled feathers – uh – fur – I still address him as King. KJ likes to stake his claim on territory or person and has not experienced any challenge to that until recently.
But before I get into that I must tell you that KJ has been known to stretch himself across a doorway or kitchen floor, fluff himself up and no mortal dare cross his path. He is pretty swift with the old ankle swipe and since he still has claws I pretty much always wear socks or long pants before crossing his path. At least he used to. I am not sure if he is just used to me or the kitty treats I give him on the side are sufficient bribery.
Lying innocently behind KJ appearing rather submissive is Gus, the Count of Mischief. He is the youngest and when he first joined our troupe KJ took a very protective role with the sweet baby. Wherever Gus frolicked Jack was not to far behind usually sitting above somewhere watching. He followed the baby from room to room. At least that is the way it was for the first three months or so.
You see, Gus is younger and faster and a male like King Jack and pretty soon he was contesting Jack’s kingship. Jack is not that old but the smaller and mightier Gus is aging the king quickly. I first noticed in when it came to bed territory. When KJ stretched out on a bed, it was his. But. But. One day the old king lay across his throne and the frisky frolicking youth jumped up to challenge him. HA! thought the King and gave a mighty swat sending the youth spinning into the middle of next week.
But then it happened again and again and one day I said to Gus, “Gus you will never be king so just stop challenging him.” Gus gave me a look from his blue marble eyes, threw his head back and leaped upon the throne once again. A few tries of persistence and the King was gone. Long live the Count. Poor Jackie. Now he reigns as King only when Gus allows him so now I whisper words of royal adoration to KJ quietly to let him still feel regal.
On the right side of the first photo in a more subservient pose is Jewels Grace. Queen Jewels was the first feline to arrive of the group but she always gives way to the male who of course for so long was KJ.
Poor Jewelsy (as G2 calls her) has several disadvantages; she is deaf, she is not pretty at all, her fur is all scrunchy here and there and she has eyes that are yellow. Devilishly yellow which at times appear vampire red. She has a belly that almost reaches the floor. She has a plaintive meow and kneads everything with her claws including all furniture and people. She is not attractive at all. She is needy always asking to be touched and stroked. And she is my fave of course. A woman surviving in the midst of a male driven society. She sleeps a lot and I am trying once again to let her stay in my room at night where she sleeps on my bed. The lady needs 1:1 attention. I look at her and think, what if that was me? So project Jewelsy is on!