I’m thankful I’m not Violet’s kitty. The amount of fun she is having with him is usually inversely proportionate to the amount of fun he is having. She likes to carry him around and make him walk on his tiptoes, she frequently turns around the cat toy so that instead of bouncing a mouse on a string off of him, she is smacking him with a plastic rod, she turns her sippy-cup up-side-down and shakes water on him till he hides under the bed, she yells at him all the time for no reason, and she frequently throws things at him and they aren’t always soft. I don’t think he really cares though. Is that normal?