This is Ciboulette. She is a Maine Coon Cat...I doubt that she was an only child, but I was. Neither of us are good at confrontation. She has just run sideways down the hall looking over her shoulder. I am pathetic. I don't know how to stand my ground. Instead I throw insults at the back of my opponent. And my insults are pathetic. Your mother wore army boots isn't exactly insulting. So now I am trying to learn to confront...but I would prefer to run sideways down the hall...metaphorically speaking.