When we were given William, everyone involved expected him to be the one to go along with the new living arrangements. That he would jump right in and make himself at home and even try to get along with the co-kitty-habitant.
Not so much.
Today he slipped out of the bedroom while the Boyfriend was going in or out or something and walked right up to Pebble and started a fight. Now, Pebble can hold her own. She's one tough cookie and I will attest to her skills. I have been on the receiving end of her claws one too many times. And yet, she wasn't the one to start the fight. William, tame, sweet William, picked the fight. Luckily, Boyfriend was quick with the broom and broke them up quicker than I could run into the next room to see what had happened.
Just goes to show that not everyone acts the same way all of the time.