My grandmother had a cat called "sheeba" it would chase the neighbour dog and lie on a stool all day.
I was fascinated by it since it was my first cat, but she would scratch me all the time( i was only a small child).
I`d come home to my mother full of scratches once she even got me on my nose.
A very distinct old lady...didn`t like little children who woke her up from her little snooze..
And i was so young i didn`t care about what my grandmother said and just continued to go over to her hoping that she would become my friend.
NO! I am boss here!
The only time she would step down from her throne was when my grandmother gave her food, she would stand on the kitchen floor crying like a baby and my grandmother would say "what`s the matter baby?".
Ah she loved being centre piece..
When we say "cats rule" we mean it in a double way.