Fight or Flight... or Lay Down and Look Cute

So far you have heard much about my cat Nutmeg, but I have yet to inform you of the other feline presence in my house. My sister's cat Taffy is a Tabby, like Nutmeg, and has very soft fur striped with yellow and orange. Taffy is older than Nutmeg by five years, and asserts a dominance over her. She is a chronically angry cat who loves her sleep. Wake her up, and you will be wiping blood off of your hand for the following hour or so. Despite Nutmeg's timidness, she has a certain fascination with disturbing Taffy's slumber. Like a sleeping bear, Taffy will always strike back.

Nutmeg is skittish by nature. She may be scared of everything, but her reaction to those things is peculiar. She doesn't run from them most of the time, and she certainly doesn't try to face them, but what she does do is curl up into a ball and stare at her foe with widened eyes. It is extremely effective when her assailant is a human being, because those green eyes can melt the coldest heart. Taffy, however, will take the opportunity to smack her around a few more times before she wises up and skitters under a bed. Beds are her sanctuaries. She spends most of her life in or under them, and uses them to escape any danger that she stumbles across. They are much more than a place to sleep; they are her homes.