I'm a person of habit. So much so that you can set a clock by my getting ready routine in the morning.
5:00: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:05: Alarm goes off again. Hit snooze again.
5:10: Alarm goes off yet again. Hit snooze yet again. Tell 2 to shut up.
5:15: Alarm goes off a fourth time. Hit snooze for the final time and tell 3 to quit howling.
5:20: Alarm goes off. Unhook 1 from my hair so I can get up.
5:25: Feed 3 his Fancy Feast.
This is where the story deviated this morning. About 30 seconds after I fed 3 and turned my back I heard a WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP coming from the direction of the food dish. I turned around just in time to see 1 hit 3 in the head three times and then swipe his food. It's a good thing he's passive because he weighs more than twice what she does and he could do her some SERIOUS damage, all caps.
I guess I can see who wears the pants in this feline herd and it's not the male!
UPDATE: This morning 1 made another play for 3's food but this time he didn't back down. In order to keep the peace and avoid 1's untimely end I gave 1 her own can. Hopefully 2 won't catch on to this!