I’ve come to realize that having an adolescent cat is like you gave a two-year-old a knife, and you have no way to take the knife away. Periodically the two-year-old gets pissy and tries to threaten you with the knife to get what it wants. So you can pick it up and hold it at arms length to keep it from stabbing you, but no matter what you do, you can’t take the knife away from the two-year-old.
this reads like some john mulaney quote its amazing