In our house, Gabriel is the alpha and he rules the roost. When he was a kitten, he was the sweetest little boy, but as he grew up he started throwing his weight around.
Where you see Gabriel, Mickey isn’t very far off, and if Gabriel meows – for one reason or another – Mickey goes running to find him.
On the contrary, if we come home with a new toy, Holly claims it as her own. Whether it’s a ball, a feather or something with catnip, only when Holly is finished with it do the others get a chance to enjoy it too.
In general, Holly has a rather high opinion of herself. For instance, when I open the balcony door for her, she sits, without moving a muscle. The others will file out, one by one, but Holly will wait.
Expressing herself with her eyes is something Holly specializes in. Tonight, when it was time for dinner, I rounded them all up. Finding Mickey, Charlotte, Chanel and Gabriel was no problem, but Holly was nowhere to be seen.
I stepped on the balcony, called her name, but got no reaction. So I went back inside, closed the balcony door, and went to check elsewhere. When I got back to the living room, I spotted Holly sitting outside the balcony door and her eyes were positively shooting daggers.
I quickly opened the door, but if you think that Holly quickly jumped inside, you would be mistaken. Once again, I had to open the sliding door wide before she made her entrance.
If Gabriel is the alpha, then perhaps Holly is the omega.