One of our cats, Zeus, is large and slightly ornery. He loves me, of course, but he is less enamored with the other members of my family.
Grace as a baby was incredibly afraid of Zeus. She fell on him once, and he protected himself with his claws. After that, she gave him wide berth.
Allie has been scratched by Zeus several times, not because she fell on him but because she harasses him. She remains unfazed.
Hey cat! she says whenever he crosses her line of sight.
Allie loves Zeus.
Zeus does not love Allie. In fact, I think Zeus fears Allie.
Unfortunately, once in a while, he purrs in her vicinity, and she is buoyed.
Her love burns anew.
She smiles and giggles and hugs.
Before he knows it, he is in a headlock, and she is rocking him gently and saying Ni, ni (which means nice, nice).
Because, as far as she knows, she is being quite nice.
Judging by the look on his face, I’d say Zeus disagrees.
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