This is not a scene of peace, love and sisterly sharing. It positively vibrates with tension and strife, in that curious gaze-avoiding way that cats have when disagreeing with one another.Millie is in the centre of the double cushion. Queen Lottie’s place, in fact. Millie refuses to move, despite menacing glares from Lottie. Eventually – possibly because I am watching, and Lottie knows I dislike fighting – Lottie yields, and gives Millie a bit of a seemingly-friendly wash. She settles down. But she isn’t happy. And neither is Millie. This small but intensely-felt conflict will resume in due course. And will be repeated on a daily basis. The hierarchy is never static.