Well I have three cats (had four before he ran away), and my story takes place ... well yesterday actually. Two of my cats named Seabastin and Lady Grey were play fighting around the house, jumping at each other and so on. Now although Seabastin is the largest of the cats (25 pounds) and Lady Grey's (just under half Seabastin's size) a almost a kitten, they were pretty evenly matched due to Lady Grey's hyper... osity.
Anyhoo, so they come barrling into my room where my third cat Isis is just relaxing and start starring at her. Now Isis is the smallest of the three (I can almost have her entire body sitting on one hand), she's 5 years old, and we've had her a month. She came to us from the pound, where she had scabs on her body, and no fur due to it all being matted while on the street. She's better now, the scabs have healed, and she's got a pretty little coat of fur developing. Sufficed to say, she doesn't like to play much, just relax or be pet.
Getting on with it, Seabastin and Lady Grey get it into their heads that Isis will now be joining the play fight. So they begin. Now I always thought Isis was a tough little kitty, but DAMN. Lady Grey jumps at Isis and gets ... well I guess it could be called bitch slapped and Lady Grey goes running out the door. Then Seabastin tries it and Isis goes nuts on him too, wrapping herself around his neck and biting him in the head. He then goes running and she hops up on my chair for some attention. The two owned kitties wouldn't go near her for awhile.