Poor Elvis had a bad morning. Normally HE is the one antagonizing the other cats, but I don't know how much of it is because he is sick (FIV and leukemia) and some because he still has his "man parts" and Mots doesn't.
Anyway, Patches hissed and growled at him, while he was simply laying on the floor. I scolded her (just as I scold Elvis when he does it). Within a minute, all 30 pounds of Mots POUNCED on Elvis. I broke it up, Mots had black hair in his mouth, a patch of his golden hair was on the floor. I scolded Mots, telling him "I told you to SIT on him when he aggravates you, not pounce on him for nothing!"
Elvis came running to me, like "moooooommmmmmm, I didn't DO nothin'!!" so I gave him lots of snuggles before heading to church. I think the warmer weather has everyone feeling frisky.
Hugs and prayers,
Amy