Female feline power

Very recently, this very morning to be exact,  we were suddenly struck by a sense of wonderment as to how little, dainty Wimbelina is fending for herself and defending her turf surrounded by three much bigger and meaner males. As so often happens in such cases, there was a specific trigger that unleashed an array of half baked, stored up thoughts and recollections regarding the matter at hand. I was skype-chatting with Ilanke about her own cat, Kika, that is now lodging on top of her blanket every night just like our own Wimbelina.  That made me pause for a moment, trying to recall, how it came about in the first place, that Wimbeliba managed to assert her right to the blanket to begin with and all the way up to the present day. I have no clear answer. I must presume, she is in possession of some secret female power of persuasion yet unknown to man, perhaps of a chemical or else psychological nature. The fact of the matter is, depite her being occasionally doonhadded by Norsky, even severely, she is always back on track after a short while, with new determination and undaunted will to power. Impossible to oppress, she keeps her head high and proud. The competition for a place on the blanket has thus been settled long ago. Wimbelina has it all to herself. And even the human under the duvet is risking a brisk eviction, the way things are going on.