Oy, vey.

Last night, the kitty that normally behaves herself after the kids go to bed...didn't.  Shadow tore up and down the hall, and was mean to Cricket, making her scream...and making me lose my shit laughing. 

See, I'd had a couple of things in the living room for Odysseus to take to storage: a small end table and a rolling office chair.  I had them sitting in front of a bookcase next to the hall doorway.  So, Shadow got Cricket worked up, running up and down the hall (bad kitty--Cricket had been sleepy until Shadow started tormenting her), then hopped up onto that end table.  She crouched, and waited for Cricket to come through the door...then pounced on her. 

I have never heard a cat scream in abject terror like that before.  Cricket screamed, and teleported sideways out from under Shadow, with every hair on her body, from nose to the end of her tail, standing straight up. 

I thought I was going to die.  You need to know this: Shadow is about two thirds of Cricket's size.  Cricket is longer, taller, and will outweigh her by a significant amount when her frame fills out.  Yet Shadow is orders of magnitude smarter and meaner than Cricket. 

Usually, Cricket is the one instigating things, and the one thundering up and down the hall, nearly waking the kids.  Usually, she is the one that gets tossed into the pantry and the door closed behind her.  Usually, Shadow is the sweet, quiet, lap kitty.

Yeah.  Usually.  Last night, Shadow got tossed.  She'd earned it.  Even though it was funnier than hell.