Life with cats

Cats had to argue over my lap space. Precious sitting comfortably when Frodo had to jump onto my knees. Frodo nearly sat Precious's head, but with a Me-Row and nip with teeth, Frodo hiked his tushy up off Precious. Then I could smell the stinky cat fart. I'm certain it was Frodo cause I didn't smell it until he got up. Ok, let me rephrase: Frodo farted Precious's head. Then Precious moved over and Frodo took over my lap. Is that what is called stench warfare? Bad Frodo.