Amelia plays dirty

Amelia loves Ewok and Tinroof, our two cats. Ewok is my stressed-out-neurotic tortoise shell that loves water, and Tinroof is the friendly-when-I-want-attention looks-like-the-ice-cream calico cat purr machine. However the cats aren’t too fond of Amelia. They never tried to climb into the carrycot with her when she was little-little; and now they avoid her cot as well. The do sleep on the single bed in her room – currently home to several stuffed toys, most of them of giraffe-type persuasion.

Fruitless though her efforts may be, Amelia will try and try again to stroke, pet, grab or shout at the kitties. And the clever fluff balls know just how far her reach is and continue to wash and preen just beyond it. And then Amelia started walking. Now no animal is safe. She chases them around the house, waddling around corners, sprint crawling on the straights, and banging against the cupboards when the felines seek refuge on a counter.

So this Wednesday was no different, babbling after the cats. I filled their food bowls and started with washing her bottles. I heard Tinroof growl – not a snarling growl, but a deep inside you-better-stop-dowing-that-soon growl. I looked over and Amelia was rubbing Tinroof’s fur backwards – against the grain so to speak. Poor kitty. Ewok got petted repeatedly on her fluffy tail. And even in the face of toddler terror, the cats kept on eating. Eventually Ewok was backed into a corner to nibble her noms.

Last night it happened again. This time Amelia let the kitties be and played with her own toys. But the moment I filled the cats’ dishes, she was there trying to pet them. ‘Gently my baby’ I sound like a scratched cd.

 The links on top are random search images – not my actual cats. My kitties are on this crap-tastic pic that  looks out of focus