We went to my dad's house for Father's Day. I thought it would be
great to see his cute little kitten, Lucy.

Hah! Lucy has become the calico kitten from hell.

I found out (one yowling cat, and several scratch-marks later) that
Lucy no longer likes to be picked up. And after my single attempt at
picking her up, Lucy decided that I am permanently on her do-not-trust
list.

In fact, every time I approached her, she hissed at me. When I tried
to apologize to her, she slapped me, with claws out. Once, she even
waited until my back was turned, to charge and attack my knee (which
was thankfully covered with denim).

I blame my sister for this - she torments that poor kitten
mercilessly, and plays rough with her, then laughs when Lucy gets mad.

Phooey. I wanted to cuddle Lucy.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark