Global Relations

She now seems to have developed a love-hate relationship, where she wants attention but needs to maintain control. She parks herself in my path either in a doorway or on the stairs, and when I try to pass, she starts hissing. This morning she even took a swipe at me. I just saunter by, comfortable in the thought that if it came to that, my claws would win out over her paws. It's like my inner Obama (cool, collected, logical, willing to negotiate and coexist) vs her Ahmadinejad (irrational, insecure, flies off the handle, eager to confront). Hopefully she'll come to her senses.