I call her the little thug of Bedlam Farm, she is a small cat, she has a big swagger. She has trained the dogs to keep their distance, stares down the chickens when they get too close, swaggers to me or Maria if she feels like a hug, has carved out much of the back porch as her domain, she will not hesitate to chase Minnie away if she takes her chair. A few months ago, she wouldn’t show herself, now she sits on various commands and gives orders. And is obeyed.