Arthur, being a kitten, is, shall we say, somewhat lacking in proper
social etiquette.  His concept of trying to get the big cats to play
with him is to smack them, taunt them, and otherwise annoy them.

This morning, his first target of Internet failed, as Internet took
off down the stairs to get away from the little demon.  So Arthur
turns to Sabra, sitting peacefully on the landing.

"Whop!" he goes on Sabra's paws, then does a little dance around him,
with that crooked-type tail and ears pulled back.  Sabra is not
amused.

Arthur makes the mistake of looking away from Sabra for a second.
Sabra was ready.  "WHOMP!"  Down comes a big heavy full-grown cat paw
squarely on the kitten's head.

I think Arthur learned a lesson today.  He'll figure out later what it
was when his little mind gets done planning revenge.

Ginger-lyn