Pissed Off . . . and ON!
Since I inherited her from my mother, I've tried to be very patient and kind to Baby. This has been traumatic for her too after all. I've also been patient with her refusal to use the litter box. We've worked at it and I was convinced that she was slowly coming around.
This Morning I woke up to a strange, warm sensation on my belly. There was Baby, letting go full stream on me. I swiped at her (very gently) and said , "Naughty Girl!" in my best impression of an authoritarian voice. She didn't move. I kept yelling at her, but she took her time--at least a good thirty seconds before finishing--and then jumped away. She knew she was in trouble.
My Mom loved her dearly and I so want to make things work out, but I just can't have this. I'll get rid of her if I can't solve this problem within the next few months.
The Culprit
This Morning I woke up to a strange, warm sensation on my belly. There was Baby, letting go full stream on me. I swiped at her (very gently) and said , "Naughty Girl!" in my best impression of an authoritarian voice. She didn't move. I kept yelling at her, but she took her time--at least a good thirty seconds before finishing--and then jumped away. She knew she was in trouble.
My Mom loved her dearly and I so want to make things work out, but I just can't have this. I'll get rid of her if I can't solve this problem within the next few months.
The Culprit