As the Man Cat of the house no cat messes with me. Yes this is Latte's precious pink mouse and no I'm not supposed to play with it because apparently its SO special to him. But it smelled interesting so I wanted to lick it. And lick it some more. And all Latte could do was watch me. He even gave the Woman some pitiful looks and she came and took it from me but I got it back anyway. Latte in no way would steal my joy so instead he came over and licked my head.
After I got bored with it he ran right over and reclaimed it as his. It must be tough to be a "middle child". I wouldn't know.