Hi everyone, Katie here.
I have Glogirly and Gloman right where I want them. On separate floors that is. I am Upstairs Cat. I am Downstairs Cat. I am Katie, master of my townhouse.
Downstairs, I am Gloman's cat.
I will come when he calls. Answer when he asks. As much as it pains me, I will allow him to pet me and even, dare I say, hold me.
There is but one thing I am NOT when I'm downstairs. I am not Glogirly's cat. I will run when she calls. Give her the ears when she talks. I will not allow her to pet me, and certainly not EVER hold me. Oh but she tries...and I do love it when she tries.
Upstairs, I am Glogirly's cat.
When she heads up the stairs, I know there is a 98% chance she's going to bed and a 2% chance she's going to make the bed. Either way I'm a winner. When she's in bed, I'm in bed. Sometimes we even share a pillow. Sure, Gloman is often there, but I just ignore him.
I'm very strategic in my approach to human relationships. The whole Downstairs-Cat-Upstairs-Cat thing keeps me right where I want to be. And it keeps Glogirly and Gloman right where I want them.