Scene: Last night when all the cats were on the counter where there
food bowls are. Bear, the d*g is standing by, ready to eat any food
that falls on the floor. All the cats are milling around and eating
and then coming over to be petted. I am petting Winny because he keeps
hooking my wrist with his paw and pulling it onto his head; and then I
pet Maggie May and she is purring like she has a hidden motor, and
Sunrise is posing for publicity stills but gets some petting also. And
then

I realize that I have been petting MISSY for at least a couple of
strokes. She is looking at me as if I have goen (more) INSANE. She
doesn't hiss. She doesn't bite me or claw me. I try one more skritch.
She tolerates it but then goes over beyond the food bowls so that the
crazy hoomin cannot tempt fate again.

No damage resulted to either party.

Will in New Haven