So one of the kid's cats is a hater. She does not like my cats, and it's not enough to dislike them; she needs this to be communicated. So she seeks them out to growl at them. Like, she would come into my room, sit down in loaf posture, wait for them to investigate, and then growl at them. For half an hour at a time.
And she figured out that, when I go to bed, both of my cats would tend to come visit me, which meant this was prime growling time.
Of course, if I get up, she immediately disappears because she is of the opinion that I probably disapprove of her picking fights with my cats, and she has no interest in experiencing any kind of consequence. But then she comes back once I try to go back to bed.
The other night, I turned off the lights, and shortly thereafter heard growling. So I got up, and she ran away. So I turned off the lights, and hid behind the door. And waited. And about five or ten minutes later, I saw a cat-shaped shadow come in through the door.
... Which I closed. Behind her.
She did not expect this, but she immediately realized that we had left the scenario she had envisioned.
So I turned the lights on, and watched her trying to figure out how to avoid both the other cats (who were curious about what was up) and me, and she was not having a great time of it. She eventually settled on my bed and hunkered down and said "maow" in a sort of distressed voice. So I reassuringly petted her a couple of times, and then left the door open, and let her eventually figure out that she was free.
She has not been back since.
And I am inordinately smug about this, because I successfully ambushed a fucking cat. In the dark. Actually, wait. I think I am merely ordinately smug.
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