In this photo we see the tomcat Trouble staring down at his mother and prepared to attack.



In this photo we see see what has happened after the retired whore street cat Mister Mittens has hissed and flashed claws to her son and then jumped onto the perch and kicked his ass.



Bare mattress? Floor? Carpeting? Cold concrete in the laundry room? Nope, it's a comforter for Sweet Babycakes.



While his mother looks on the tomcat Trouble grabs the bannister at the top of the stairs that lead to the downstairs saloon. Jeez, he's a gentle fellow and is in play here.

Cats are great!

Trouble is so aptly named. .. but Mom still rules the roost

Never owning cats prior, I bet you never expected them to have such definite personalities and preferences...

Yeah, big lug adolescent boy, old battleaxe mother (she's two), and a sweet young prim and proper daughter.