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For some reason, K absolutely refuses to let the kitten be anywhere near her at night, when she is in bed…either her bed OR ours.  Apparently it really freaked K out a few times when the kitten was pouncing on her twitchy little feet moving around under the covers one night, and now K will have nothing to do with the cat in the bedrooms at night.  Even though we had been allowing the kitten to sleep with us, and she has been doing pretty good with laying down, going to sleep, purring and all that jazz, with a minimum of nocturnal freaky-cat-games.

Anyway, we just got home yesterday evening from a weekend trip, and Cookie was neurotic with joy.  Apparently she missed us terribly.  Later in the evening, when K woke up and wanted to transplant to our bed, she made it clear that the cat was NOT going to be allowed in the bedroom, so I closed the door so Cookie wouldn’t come in and disturb the princess.  Which initiated the next two (!) hours of the most piteous cat-crying you could possibly imagine.

FF: geez, is that cat ever going to stop meowing?  why is it such a big deal to have the cat around…

CM: I dunno but we are just innocent bystanders in this power struggle between cat and kid.  We are like the terrified little Japanese people running away from a battle between Godzilla and Mothra.  Godzirrrrrraaaaaaaa!!!! (simulated scream)

FF: (noncommital grunt) yep I guess so. K is SO stubborn.

Cookie: meeeeowwwww (thud, thud, thud against door) meow, meow, meooooooowwwww

K: (silence)

CM: clash of the titans, I guess.

FF: yep.