The cat household has become a battle-field, folks, tragic but true.

It seems there is a new cat in town and she wants the whole kitten-kaboodle (pun intended).  She has begun vicious rumors about the other cats and even went so far as to have a debate where she, oh it’s too terrible to repeat, oh, alright, bear with me (anyone with a weak stomach should be very careful about reading on)---she told them all that they had fur-balls stuck in their craw!  How horrid is that?  Oh, the battles that ensued; the words that were spoken; who will win this horrible battle?  What’s this?  Here comes the queen herself!  She takes her regal position and faces the combatants.  What will she say?  How will she break up this terrible battle?  What will….wait, she is clearing her throat.  She is about to speak………

THAT’S OUR QUEEN FOR YOU.  GUESS SHE TOLD THEM, DIDN’T SHE!