This is why we can’t have nice things

Even though Raedthin massively outweighs and outguns Tak (he has all his claws, while she’s been disarmed up front), she nevertheless seems to think it’s great sport to start fights with him. Largely, I expect, because Raedthinn doesn’t launch into total war. As political history (or any schoolyard bully) has shown, if you are faced with aggression, the best response – if you are physically capable of it – is often an all-out retaliatory strike of nightmarish proportions. If you fail to do that, if you only fight back just hard enough, you will often be seen as weak, and a good target to be struck again and again. Sadly for Raedthinn , when Tak attacks him, he generally only fights just hard enough to drive her off… and half the time he winds up running away. Thus… Dar Al Cat Harb remains, and Tak’s Jihad against Raedthinn continues.

Tak looking innocent, but what comes next is inevitable.

The fight is on…

Do you want kung fu?

Another time, another battlefield…

Tak is a touchy cat. Not only will she purposely walk right up to Raedthinn and bite him (often removing a chunk of his fur, which she then proceeds to loudly and determinedly chew and swallow), she will often decide that violence is the proper course of action while laying in my lap. She has a single spot on her body that, when touched, makes her *real* mad. Unfortunately, that one spot covers most of her… legs, belly, sides, tail. Leaves the spine and head for petting. But if you stray, she goes for blood.

She’s about to go nuts….

And there it is.

And this is what she looks like immediately after. Or should I say, immediately after I whack her upside the head.