Our kitty, Nimbus, knows that he belongs to our daughter. He followed me and Addy home from a walk one day and got along fine with our kitties, plus not only did Addy fall in love with him instantly, but he took a real shining to her. And that has never gone away. Even though he has gone from being a 3-pound cutie to a 16-pound bruiser, and Addy is now a full-blown toddler, he still puts up with everything she can dish out. She tackles him, hugs him, combs his hair, chases him around, pulls on his tail, puts him in headlocks, tries to carry him around (usually in said headlock), rakes him, tries to water him...
This evening, he decided he was going to sleep on her bed. Now, he loves to sleep under it, and recently he's been sleeping in front of it and on her sheets, but tonight he was actually fast asleep in it. This, apparently, was too much for her. Instead of being happy, she wanted him out of her bed (well, she's 2 1/2. she doesn't really know what she wants yet). Nimbus was all happy being there and didn't want to leave, so Addy, in a fit of revenge, decided that he needed a taste of his own medicine.
She marched out of the room and lay down in Nimbus' cat bed.
Way to show him, kid.
