Clawing cats and Cleo

Having pets can be hazardous. Always hard work, and always worth it, but hazardous. Cleo and the kitties are still adjusting to each other, and the terrier in Cleo makes it impossible for her to resist chasing them. Biggles jumps onto the balustrade and gazes disdainfully at the jumping dog so obviously not going to get him, but Mango still runs away, jumping into the tree tops from the deck and onto the neighbour's garage roof. There she sits, teasing their dog, a Jack Russell, and soon Scooby Doo and Cleo are barking senselessly at a cat that is not going to move until she feels like it.
The lesson I still have to learn is not to pick up the cats, as this encourages Cleo to jump up at them, and once again the terrier allows her to achieve a considerable height. (She jumped onto the bonnet of the car today - quite a surprise for all concerned!) Thinking I was doing Biggles a favour by carrying him to his food on the table outside, it came as a shock to be slashed through the face, clawing my cheek and lip and drawing blood. Maybe I should have discussed it with him first, but he can run the gauntlet from now on!
Cleo is growing up nicely now that her big teeth are in place and the shark-like shredding of limbs has ceased. She had a refresher obedience class yesterday. More to the point, I received further training! It's all about the owner, not the dog. I'm happy to say things are going well as I have become more disciplined and pay attention to what I am doing when she displays 'naughty' behaviour. Such a delight!