When little girls are left alone with their cat

Poor Punda. I found this image on my phone this morning. It may look like Punda has been in a fender bender, but this look was no accident. His morning nap on top of the laundry was interrupted by a bored 8 year old. Much to Punda's terror, the kids have taken a recent liking to his extreme handling. They no longer fear the fangs and grappling hooks, and he is sort of getting used to them picking him up like a frightened sack o' potatoes. They need constant reminders to "be gentle" and "if he is under the bed, let's leave him there. It's his 'no thank you' spot." I've taught them how to give him a 'hug' from behind, by picking him halfway up from under his arms, so that they can nuzzle his neck and rub his tummy without lifting his back legs off the ground. I'm hoping that helps. Sorry, Punda.