My darling Archie,
I am aware that, inside your feline brain, I am not a different species, I am, in fact, a large, hairless cat who is incompetent at keeping herself fed and cleaned, and thus you feel the need to lick me regularly and also to leave dead things at each of my doors, so that I can be fed.
I do *not* appreciate it when you decide that the appropriate response, while you are purring at and nuzzling into my belly and the baby in there kicks at you, is to swipe at said baby.
Yeah. Four nasty claw marks right next to my belly button because Baby kicked right where Archie was rubbing his face on my t-shirt - the shirt itself is fine, just punctured but not torn, though the skin underneath is bleeding.
So *someone* is now shut in the laundry while I disinfect and cover up the scratches. Here's hoping that they heal okay!