Minnie has found the perfect perch--on top of the neighbor's gazebo. Here she is pointedly not looking at me, in spite of piddling human entreaties. If you can spot her immediately, you win the Kewpie doll!
(OK, I lied, there's not really a Kewpie doll. I can probably Google up a picture of one, though. :)
Sammi has also perfected the "I'm ignoring you" stance, as you can see in this portrait of Her Floofiness.
Any cat who can't snub her humans properly is a sad specimen indeed.
On the behavioral front, Minnie's bum has healed nicely and there's been no further bloodshed. I think Sammi knows we're watching her like hawks, and Sister A. is doing a bang-up job of keeping watch over our two fur-kids during the day. Sammi did try to get in Minnie's face one night last week and got zapped for it, but otherwise, things in the Unpeaceable Kingdom are rolling along smoothly, although Minnie's still nervous around Sammi.