Carter and the Spiky Cat

This morning Tasha, our eccentric old orange tiger-striped kitty, got it in her head that she MUST flop herself onto our tan recliner, no matter who or what stood in her way. This time it was Cartr and he didn't really think he wanted company, so he kept pushing her off. She wasn't happy and would "meow" rather grumpily at him. The last time she tried it, I was ready, and I pushed her off rather rudely so she would finally get the point. She ran for the bathroom to pout. Carter started to cry and I hugged him and asked, "Are you scared?" He said, "No - her spikes hurt me!"