She only eats this supplement-rich, vitamin-filled food that can only be bought at the vet's. Hill's Diet. It is expensive (compared to the food that my other cats eat) but I don't mind buying it for her as long as she's eating.

Today, I brought her for a check-up at the vet's again. She has been scratching her face until there's a big, bloody square gash on her left cheek. The vet merely said she's teething and tends to try to scratch the insides of her mouth. And that she still has some brain problem as her eyes are still swooning.

And after her check-up, the vet asked me if I'd like to adopt a cat they found! It is SO freaking cute... big eyes, big face, even has a goatee like Strudel! But no, it would not be a wise decision. My mother would kill me.

(well, not really. She'd fall in love with the cat too)

So the other night, I was playing with my cats at midnight. They seemed to be exceptionally playful and nocturnal on that particular night. All they need are cheap thrills and that night's thrill happened to be a piece of string from somewhere.

Truffle began gently swatting at the string, while Cadbury (the tiger) mercilessly caught it in one swap and began chewing on it. Then he let go of it and let Truffle play with it for awhile, before catching it in one grab again. This carried on for awhile, and then Black Cat Lucky came sauntering into the room.

Both Cadbury and Truffle immediately stopped playing. Wary glares were thrown around between Cadbury and Lucky. I should probably explain, at this point, that in the hierarchy of animals in my house, Cadbury is the cat leader and Junior is the dog leader.

The rabbit and gerbil don't have to lead, although they're both rodents but each leads their own separate lives, considering that the gerbil is perpetually in his cage anyway.

So Cadbury is a very gentle cat (except when he sees strangers, then he starts becoming territorial and begins hissing and growling) and he doesn't bully other animals except for Cracker the dog by whacking his ass, which is super easy target for bullying anyway.

And he's super protective of Truffle.

Because he doesn't bully animals (think gentle but with a regal air of authority), Lucky takes the opportunity to disrespect his place at the top of the hierarchy and tries to bully him into submission. More so, because Lucky is a female, Cadbury somehow does not bully females. So he has allowed himself to be chased around the house by Lucky.

So Lucky came sauntering into the room, acting like a queen, and all play stopped. Truffle still can't walk properly so she was slumped against the door. Cadbury immediately moved in front of Truffle, blocking her from Lucky.

I saw that as being protective.

I sat there quietly, feeling the catty tension build up. Lucky began growling lowly. Neither of them stopped glaring at each other. Truffle looked innocent and small, just like a kid.

Suddenly, Lucky's paw flashed out and whacked Cadbury on some part of his body, most likely his neck or head. Cadbury immediately stood up and hissed, his fur standing.

My mother suddenly appeared out of nowhere and scooped Lucky up and brought her away. "Better not let them be like that in front of Truffle, later they end up hurting her,"

Ha, human interruption.

Lucky went to sit in my balcony, on her red chair, and started licking herself. She still had a view of Cadbury and Truffle.

Then, Strudel the cute cat with a goatee came ambling into the room. Strudel and Cadbury are best friends, because they grew up together as kittens. They always get into friendly tuffles which end up with Cadbury pining Strudel down, because Strudel is a smaller size, and he eats VERY little. Araxes says he's anorexic.

The game with the string continues, this time with the three cats sitting in a triangle, each taking turns to whack the string which I dangled from my fingers. It was very pleasing and cute to watch. Few minutes later, Lucky came sauntering back.

She obviously wanted to play, but it was also obvious that the other cats did not want to play with her. Cadbury was pissed with her, Truffle was frightened of her and Strudel began glaring at her.

In the hierarchy of cats, Strudel does not like Lucky at all. While Cadbury tolerates her, Strudel displays a vivid show of hatred for Lucky. Whenever possible, he chases her up window sills, into a corner, and proceeds to whack her.

It is funny that Lucky is scared of Strudel but not of Cadbury, although Cadbury is the leader, and Strudel is happy to be led by Cadbury in the hierarchy.

So Strudel starts glaring at Lucky and wants to pounce onto her. But because I was sitting there, he did not dare to chase her away because he always gets scolded for doing so.

The game with the string ceased again. All cats watched with trepidation as the catty tension between Cadbury, Strudel and Lucky rose again. Truffle seems to be the only innocent party (as of yet, because she's still a kitten).

In the end, Strudel couldn't take it anymore and chased Lucky away.

This is called bad karma.

I continued to play with the three cats for another half an hour, watching them aimlessly whack the string.

Then, Cadbury proceeded to groom Truffle and I grew sleepy.