Yoshi attacked the nurse the other day.
My cat hates everybody, pretty much, except for me and my parents. To keep my insurance premiums down to a dull roar I hastily warn each and every person who enters my abode not to touch her for any reason. Keep your hands away from the kitty. But Yoshi likes to play with people’s minds. She deaks them out with an open and loving expression followed by vigorous ankle smooching and gentle head butting. Guests slowly start to believe that I am actually some selfish cat hoarder unwilling to share The Lovin’ That Is Yoshi and eventually start talking sweetly to her the whole time assuring me that they have some freaky rapport with cats. Not with my cat, you don’t. Then Yoshi often (to slowly kill me with stress) steps it up a notch and will actually hang around and even on a few occasions go as far as jumping up next to the guest and smooching legs and arms. Said guest then promptly forgets my earnest and heartfelt warnings, now hating my selfish monopoly of sweet kittiness, and reaches out to pet her, in slo-mo, to my deep and guttural NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Only to be BITCH SLAPED in a fit of HISSING. By the cat. I sadly say, “I told you so.” And the guest retreats in fear and loathing from whence they came. It happens every time.