Two cats, one alcohol shelf: A pictorial tale.
There's only room for one cat in the boozing business around here, and this is her:
That's right, she'd sooner bite off your hand than let you near the whisky stash. You don't want to cross a cat like that. Most folks know that, and they stay well away. She always keeps a sharp eye out for the new cats in town.
What's this? She sees something. Surely no one could be that stupid. Oh god, look! It's Bookshelf Cat! The second coolest cat around, making a surprise move against the first!
But our heroine doesn't look fazed. Or particularly amused.
BOOKSHELF CAT COMES OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!
The felines engage in vicious swatty battle, perilously close to lots and lots of alcohol.
As everyone knew was bound to happen, Bookshelf Cat is soundly defeated and flees to the top of the counter to gaze sadly on the realm which could have been hers had she not sucked it up.
Bookshelf Cat forgets, however, that the counter is still part of her rival's territory! Bootlegger Cat quickly reclaims the ground, sending Bookshelf Cat to be forever no more than a footnote in history.
Victorious again.
