It is a sunny and very hot day. There is no thought of going outside, so the devoted servant decides to work on some photos on his computer. The feline dignitaries do the same and doze off in four rooms.

Mr Kalle has reserved the recess of the scratching post in the servant’s luxurious office, which is equipped with lavishly expensive electronics. Even he is too warm to stroll and play. Mr Gizmo is quite different. He lies stretched out on the middle platform of the same scratching post, but he soon gets bored there. He ducks down, sneaks up, ready to jump, always keeping an eye on the recess. He reaches into the recess with one paw. Mr. Kalle reaches back, hisses softly. The gentleman wants to be left alone. Gizmo, however, shows no mercy. He jumps onto the edge of the recess and continues to reach for Kalle. He hisses a little louder and makes a throaty, threatening sound. A loud grumbling, growling and hissing can be heard as Gizmo grabs him by the scruff of the neck. ^ In the next moment, an almost voiceless, extremely menacing and razor-sharp “KALLE!!! GIZMO!!!” ends the fight. Both opponents look around in shock, crouched flat and with their ears laid back. Sitting on the office chair, the devoted servant stares down at the two contenders. The room temperature instantly drops below freezing. Gizmo creeps to the lower level of the scratching post, his body still pressed flat towards the floor. Mr Kalle sits in the recess with his eyes wide open.

“If you two think you can continue your quarrels here just as you did before, you have chosen the wrong servant!” speaks the now not-so-submissive servant, his voice still cutting, his icy gaze instantly turning everything and everyone into a pillar of salt. Mr. Gizmo stares at him for a while, but soon realises that he is about to lose this hopeless battle and rolls onto the platform, avoiding any further eye contact with the servant. Mr Kalle does the same in the recess.

Already in the evening, at the twice daily feast, the quarrels seem to be forgotten. Both opponents stand right next to each other, brushing against each other again and again as if by chance, in front of the worktop and watch the servant in joyful anticipation as he fills the finest and most exquisite delicacies into the bowls.

“Almost like humans” the servant thinks to himself, but immediately revises this thought as he skims the daily news.