Jazz-min's theory is that EVERYTHING is a cat toy (including her peoples' ankles and knees). And Sabine is her special cat toy and Sabine doesn't like it one damned bit.

We've also entered the era of scootched up rugs. I'll walk one way through the house and straighten them, then walk back and have to do it all over again. Cat toys.

Jazz is young, of course. A year and a half to Sabine's 9. Jazz's favorite game is "chase the kitty" -- another thing Sabine doesn't like. What she doesn't know is the rules say, first Jazz chases Sabine, then Sabine chases Jazz. Repeat until Jazz is worn out. (Never.) Alas, Sabine just thinks Jazz is being aggressive. So swats her then hides under the bed. Or goes outside and won't come in if Jazz is around.

Sigh.