Being a cat mom is exhausting and full of drama.

Smoky decided to bring his sister over. His sister looks exactly Daisy.

Well, Daisy was not having it!

I woke up to the sound of Daisy and the other cat fighting. I walked into the living room in time to see all three cats.

I was floored.

The tuxedo cat is just a baby maybe a year old. She darted off, Daisy ran after her, followed by Smoky.

My heart stopped. What if Daisy chased her into the streets! Daisy is not an outdoor cat! I hurried to the balcony to find both and she and Smoky there.

Daisy would not let me pick her up. She would hiss and growl. I let her down so she could sniff out her territory.

Poor Daisy.

I soothed and told her we have to be kind to other kitties. She growled. Yep, she is like me!

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