For the last two weeks or so, the Goober has been driving Sekhmet wild. Not in a mean sort of way. In an 'I'm two and curious about everything and oh, look! a flicking tail!' sort of way. I've been dragging the Goob away from that poor cat for weeks. So when the Goob started in today, I thought I'd let her start on the curriculum at the School of Hard Knocks and let her and the cat duke it out. Sekhmet's a bitch, right? Snarls at everyone, bites the hand that feeds her, and is an all around pain in the ass. I figured she'd nip the Goob's hand a couple times, the Goober would get the message, and I could quit yelling. Problem solved, Mum's proven right, the cat is left in peace, and all's right with the world.
Yeah, right. When did this cat ever do anything she was supposed to?
The Goober loves grabbing Sekhmet's tail. Sekhmet kept walking away. At one point she (the cat) was trotting across the living room while the Goober ran after her yelling "HEY! Give me my tail! That MY tail!" Does this fucking evil bitch cat from hell bite? No. Does she scratch? NO. Does she do anything but walk away? HELL NO.
Finally I broke down, rescued the cat, and put the Goober down early for her nap with a stern lecture about how tail-pulling hurts and is mean. Sekhmet spent the duration of the nap wrapped around my neck and later puked up her dinner.
Sekhmet, you fucker.