Cats and my Grandma

My grandma really, really doesn't like the younger cat, Can-can. And she really has a lot of good reasons for disliking him:
1. Toilet paper craze!
One fine day, Can-can walked in the toilet only to see the toilet paper dangling down.
It was such a tempting bait, well, who could have resist? And the next thing that we know, the roll of toilet paper became a mess of tissue paper. A pile of white mess on the floor, with our dear little cat in the middle. I opened the toilet door, and yelled for my grandmother to come.
Can-can got chased out by a long, wooden stick. My grandma grabbed the stick and started jabbing, Can-can gathered his wits and started running. Whack! Gonk! Most missed, but some hit. He dashed all the way to underneath the dining table, and was soon followed by my grandma and her stick. She whacked underneath the table, and he shot back towards the toilet. I grabbed my shoe and started whacking, and he moved backwards. However, my grandmother's stick came from behind. Now he was trapped. Whichever way he went, he would get whacked. In the end, he ran for the dining table and stayed down there for a long time. My grandmother stood nearby with her stick, threatning to kill him if he dared come out from under there.

2. Nice breakfast!
This morning, Can-can went walking on our dining table. Our breakfast was in a bag, and he came over and took a great big whiff.
I'm not sure what happened next, because I was in bed, refusing to get up, but then I heard my grandmother yelling at him for eating her breakfast.

Obviously there are many other reasons, but let's get on with the older cat, MontBlanc.
Good, old, MontBlanc. He lies there all day, except when it concerns Can-can, Summer, or his food. No wait, he doesn't even budge at the sound/ sight of his food. We have to carry him over. Then pim him there to make sure he finishes his food. And then shoo Can-can away from eating his food. And make sure Summer doesn't bark at him. But other then that, MontBlanc has really nice, soft fur. White with black patches, he is very different from Can-can, who is striped like a tiger.
Anyways my grandma likes MontBlanc better then Can-can because MontBlanc doesn't do anything much besides laze around. Basically she doesn't see much of him, which means that he won't get into much mischief. That's why tonight, when I was brushing my teeth, she walked over to the washing machine and started stroking him. He mewed a few times, but she merely asked "What's wrong?" before resuming her stroking. She even petted him to sleep.
In the rare display of affection from my grandmother, I stopped giggling at her actions and went back to brushing my teeth, leaving them together, for that few seconds of theirs alone.