A long time ago, we had an older female cat (‘Six’ was her name) who was exactly like Pippi in character.
She was an evil con artist – exceptionally intelligent, hated other cats, trained people to do exactly what she wanted, was a consummate actress when causing trouble in order to get another cat into trouble. Hated kittens – once we adopted more strays our Alpha Cat spent a great deal of his time guarding those kittens so she couldn’t get to them. ‘Thou shalt have no other cat but me’ was her belief.
We recall one day when she attacked our Alpha cat (swatting ineffectually at the target from a safe distance was her idea of a fight) and caught long-suffering Alpha on his ear (which was painful for him because he was an outdoor scrapper and his ears suffered.) He mastered his anger and just gave her a single good swat. Bette Davis immediately fell over and started crying piteously as if he’d tried to kill her. All a big show for the human watching them – trying to get Alpha into trouble.
Although evil incarnate, we miss her still because there was definitely someone home behind those evil green eyes.