Today I hate my cats. Well, 2 of them.
Today was Goldie's annual "wellness exam" - shots & blood drawn too. When I picked her up to put her into her travel crate, she deftly clawed me in the armpit with both back feet. Those scratches are gonna feel real good today when I'm sweating.
Then she squirmed during the blood draw, and came home with pressure bandages on both back legs. I had to chase her around the house to get them off.
Then Stella came over and decided the places on Goldie's legs that had been bandaged smelled bad - and began following her, hissing & growling ... and relentlessly followed her around & around & around.
So I put Stella in her play pen to allow Goldie to get into one of her "kitten free" safe zones and relax. But no! Goldie goes over and sits outside the play pen and waits ....
So I let Stella out ....
Repeat above stalking scenario .... three times!
Then ... I give both cats snacks side by side ... both eat snacks peacefully ...
Then .... stalking resumes ....
Now my head hurts .....
So ... I pull out the Baby Wipes and use on Goldie's legs and Stella's paws and chest - now they both smell alike! This tactic seems to be working ... both are washing off the smell and glaring at me.
I'm going on line and ordering an ant farm.
