When I first bought the house, a little gray kitten adopted us; Miss KT and I called her Stormy. When Stormy wanted in, she'd move the panels on the swamp cooler (the panels filled in the window area). Stormy disliked most people, but she was very fond of Hubby when we were dating. Guess that's why he got to stay!
Our lady Siamese rules the others with a fur-covered paw of iron. No one dares mess with her. She knows exactly what's going on and exactly how it should be, like the cats from Lady and the Tramp. "We are Siamese, if you please..."
And then...the panther boys. I don't know how smart they are, but there's a constant fight for position since they're all the same age. Onyx keeps throwing out challenges, and his brothers basically ignore him. He even dared challenge the Siamese ONCE...he learned.
