Rules Tigra enforces with surgical precision. 

Rule #1: No sneak attacks. Quigley learned this the hard way after an overenthusiastic pounce ended with Tigra teleporting onto the bookshelf and shooting him a look that could sour milk. 

Rule #2: No sharing the sun spot. It’s hers. Always has been. Always will be. The one time Quigley tried to squeeze in beside her, he got a swat to the nose so fast I think even the sun blinked. 

Rule #3: If she’s sitting on a surface higher than you, she's royalty. If you're higher, you're clearly confused and will be corrected shortly.