Sometimes, when the cat squabbles escalate to cat wars, it becomes necessary for the humans to intervene. The worst of the offenders is evicted from the cozy warmth of the house for a while to contemplate her behavior. It’s kitty-cat time-out, so to speak.
Then the whining commences, the plaintive, pitiful cries — usually directly outside my office window. There’s a handy porch roof that allows easy access to this vantage point where Callie, today’s banished one, can peer inside and see exactly what she’s missing.
Birdie, the arch rival, likes to make sure Callie knows exactly what she’s missing. Cats, I suspect, don’t think much of the concept of taking the higher road.