I have to quit leaving the TV running when I’m not in the room. Koshka apparently has been watching Mixed Martial Arts fighting while I’m not home.

I opened a can of tuna to make a sandwich for lunch. I immediately had all three cats wanting some.  No surprise there.  They are cats, after all.

After emptying the can, I put it down so they could have a treat.  Annja backed down with just a look and a huff from Koshka.  Timmy attempted to use his greater girth to force Koshka to the side.  Koshka then kicked him in the head with her back claws, grabbed his head in her front paws, and held him by the throat with her teeth until he stopped struggling.  No amount of work on my part to get her to let go of his neck would work unless I applied so much force that she would have ripped out his throat.

Once Timmy stopped resisting, Koshka let him go, at which point he ran to the basement and has not been seen since.  Koshka then finished licking the tuna can clean, meowed at me over possession of the sandwich, and has been having a good afternoon of lounging in sun beams.

I think I just saw Timmy tap out when Koshka choked him over the water and fish particles left in a tuna can.  Yes, she’s the Siamese, she’s a tad psychotic, and yes, she’s the dominant feline in the house.  I don’t think Timmy is going to need a reminder of that for a very long time.