▲Guarding the scratch post
There are several things my cat goes crazy for. They all however require some level of animation or life prior to her getting her paws on them to extinguish whatever life-likeness they happen to have. Bugs, birds, rodents, anything that rolls or moves short distances after a paw swapping, anything that happens to ever so gently move by like shoestrings, pant bottoms, hemming on shorts, a non rolled up belt, the sleeve to a cashmere top, ipod headphones, you name it all of these things give her a license to pounce and kill.
There are a few things that do not require animation to drive her insane. These things are caned food, catnip, rugs, which she loves running at full speed and then sliding on and of course her scratch post. I buy her one every month or two depending on the level of abuse they get. She absolutely loves these cardboard contraptions and guards them with dear life. No one is allowed to touch the damn thing or otherwise she attempts to either nip you or remind you of what sharp nails she sports.
I of course teased her by pretending to sharpen my own nails on her scratch post. She went berserk! I might as well have shoved a cattle prong up her ass. She basically let me know that she was not having it and two point five seconds later when I stopped playing and least expected it the little bitch attacked my hand with everything she had.
I hardly ever hit her maybe two or three times a year depending on the level of cat trouble she gets into. Today, I gave her one good hard open hand smack to the ass to let her know that it was not ok to turn my hand into confetti. I must admit that I felt bad watching her ball up into a victim pose and forget all about her new scratch as she looked up at me through squinty eyes trying to understand why I just rained on her parade.
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