Charlotte and the Kitty

Charlotte absolutely tortures our cat. She loves him, almost literally, to death. She hugs and squeezes him. She pokes his eyes and nose and ears. She pulls his tail. She pats him, and despite my efforts to show her how to be "gentle", she is quite enthusiastic and ends up hitting him instead.

Kitty can pretty much hold his own. He is nearly 25 lbs afterall. He sits there and takes the beatings. Doesn't raise a paw, not a whimper, not a hiss. Eventually, however, he does get really annoyed and scurries off to the confines of the basement or hides under a cabinet.

Honestly, I do try to keep Kitty away from Charlotte when I see her going really overboard. I don't want her to think she can get away with this behaviour all of the time. Most other kitty cats would have clawed her eyes out by now.

This morning, Charlotte decided to be nice. Kitty was expecting at any moment to have his fur pulled, which explains the slight glare on his face. Poor wonderful kitty, so much patience with our baby girl...