“This isn’t the moggie you’re looking for”
Wing and I were in our bedroom, and we hear cat fight screech noise.
We quickly go out to break up possible dust up and Ziggy, with tail inflated, runs past us. (Gee, think she knew she was being naughty?)
We check on Trance, and she is ok.
So, we go looking for Ziggy
The little brat of a cat dove back under her blanket/sofa tent, then came sttttrreeetching out as if she had only just woken up (her version of Jedi Mind Trick hand gesture)
“Who? Liddle ol me? Naw, I just woke up!”