Hahahaha... minds me of Cheucy... when Cassie would get into shit (and she was big and could REALLY scrap on accounta Cheucie TAUGHT her BIG time), Cheucie would just kinda "arrive" and sit and the dogs in the hood would think twice. She looked so regal as she demurely gave them the eye in such a casual manner... like, "Go ahead. Make my day."

Cheucie was an amazing cat. Listened to every word I said. And complied, even tho, at times, she would make this goshawful gutteral "fuck you, you prick" sound. 22 pounds of smart, fearless cat. I miss her.