Siada's full name is Siada al-Amira. Siada "The Princess". And she most definitely is (and she knows it).
She is mostly a benevolent ruler. She adores her people, especially her papa. She can, however, be demanding in the evenings, and will disallow him uninterrupted TV or computer time, because she must perch on top of his belly and under his beard and be petted while she purrs (and suckles on her own nipples, but we mostly try to ignore that bit).
She will yield to her little sister when it comes to treats, but if Layla tries to sit on her favorite seat, she will eat the marbled one's head as a reminder of her lowly station in life. ("Siada, don't eat your sister's head!" is the second most common phrase in the house after "LaylaNO!")
She also could well have been named "Siada, Healer of Hearts" because she was the only thing that prevented complete shattering of my heart, and world, after losing Nimar. Some people would question immediately getting another pet after losing one that was so well-loved, but if you think it is the right thing to do, it absolutely is.
When we got her, it was just two humans and two old cats who have a distinct dislike of spotted felines. Her papa was her cuddler from the moment she arrived, but I was the designated playmate. She and I would play chase through the house for hours. We would "race" where I would get her to sit in place while I counted down to GO and then we would both go running for the next room. Yes, she always won as even as a little kitten she was blazing fast.
And my favorite of all was her "Bitty Kitton Game". She would make eye contact with me from across the room, and then hunker down in a stalking pose. The moment I would look away, she would teleport to another location (often where I could not even see her), and a few minutes later she would leap out of thin air and attack my head. This game was a real pain when she wanted to play it, in the dark, at bedtime and I had no idea an "attack" was coming, but mostly the rest of the time it was nothing short of hysterical.
The best part of it is that she still plays this from time to time. She will lock eyes with me and I know the pounce is imminent. Fortunately, she has learned to keep her claws sheathed and the pounces are no longer full force, so I can laugh and then give chase (or go hide so that she can pounce me again).
Savannah Caretaker who is honored to do the job.