An uneasy truce has been agreed upon between the Supremely Prismatic and Recognizably Superior Feline Caste, and me. Not only was there poop downstairs outside the liter box, but I found evidence of urination - something far more insidious to battle. Therefore, through a series of aggressive negotiations, an uneasy truce as been implemented with positive results thus far. Suffice it to say, I lost the battle, but won the war.
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