The struggles between Fate and Gus now rage all over the  house, erupting at odd times. Chairman Gus, who routinely steals Fate’s toys, has figured out how to hid under the dining room chairs, already pockmarked by years of use. Fate sticks her  head underneath to try and get to him, but Gus bobs and weaves and does the rope-a-dope, he lives to pull on Fate’s whiskers.

Nobody has told Gus that he is the size of a small rabbit, so he thinks he’s Chairman Mao. I might take to calling him Chairman Gus. I worried about whether he could handle himself against the wily Fate, I now worry about Fate.