About two weeks ago Nuni a) stopped eating so we treated her with a laxative to hope that she'd poop and then eat. This worked a little but also it turns out she was just angry that Beatrix is a crazy pants McGee and was just trying to communicate how angry she is. Then, b) developed stress-related colitis, as in had blood in her stool.
$400 later, all cats are healthy, but I think Nuni has now gone in the other direction and has been eating more to fill the void, but I'll keep you updated.
Nuni is not pleased that Beatrix is a spitfire because Nuni is a mature princess and did not ask for the appearance of the court jester. Because Beatrix has a kitten on/off switch that makes her either totally fall asleep on her face or be a horrible monster, it is only a matter of finding ways to tire her out so Adam, myself and Nuni can have a moment to ourselves.
The first attempt: 100 meter dash across house
The second attempt: Allow her to give many kisses
As Nuni glares in horror
The third attempt: Humiliate her for accidentally leaving her tongue out
The fourth attempt: Quarantine to the blanket nest so she can't lick or claw our faces incessantly
The fifth attempt: See if she enjoys becoming an alien
The sixth event: Play with kitty bubbles with your sister
AND THAT is how you tire a Beatrix monster out
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