Today Ava Gave McGee A Taste Of His Own Medicine

All throughout your mom's pregnancy we wondered how the cats would react when we brought you home for the first time. Would the accept you and welcome you, or would they not deal with the change and try to get away? 

I can't think of a better way to play the piano.
Can you?

At first, it was the latter. The first time we walked in the door with you and they heard your cries, they scattered. Over time they realized you weren't a threat they warmed up and would even nap with you. 

Oh how the times have changed since you've learned mobility. 

McGee has always been an been one to antagonize Cookie. Ambushing her, tackling her, stealing her nice warm nap spot. 

Now, you have turned the tables on him. He isn't safe unless he's up somewhere high, even then he's not safe as your gaining confidence in your ability to stand up against the furniture. 

This afternoon, as McGee basked in the sun near the open front door, you let him know who was in charge. 

You've become more gentle towards them, learning to pet instead of grasp and pull tufts of hair but you still must not be kind enough for his liking.