Last night she managed to persuade Dot that she isn't the devil incarnate, and after a mutual groom they settled down together on top of the bookcase.
Snooky, on the other hand, is too laid-back to care about other cats. He just mooches around, doing his own thing, and getting bossed about by all and sundry. Poor placid darling. He's marvellous with kittens, having the patience of a saint, and has never been known to lift a paw in anger. In fact the only time I've ever heard him growl was when I first brought Chicken home as a ten week old kitten, and she chased him up the hallway, biting his feet.
Chicken adores him.
His ruff always looks ratty because Chicken sucks on it, and she often follows him around (but without the foot-biting now, thankfully). I had to get a bigger-than-usual petsnug for him because she insisted on sharing it, and if they didn't both fit well she just sprawled out on top of him.
This morning Snooky attempted to catch forty winks on top of the bookcase, and Chicken was right on it. Poor guy, he never gets any peace! Doesn't look too unhappy about it though.