No Lesson Learned Here

I have this darling 3 year old. She's pretty much the cutest thing ever. I happen to see a TON of myself in her on a daily basis, and that can be both really good and really bad.
The bad?

She's amazingly determined.

This determination crossed a new line recently, and it involves a small hairy animal with claws.

*deep sigh*

I have no picture to go with this post, simply because I don't think I could actually post one of the carnage. Caroline will not...I repeat...WILL NOT leave our precious kitten alone. She's on the "Gary agenda" every morning by 6:30am and doesn't stop until she goes to bed around 8pm.

Seriously, folks.
It's THAT bad.

Her poor face, arms, hands, and stomach look like she got in a fight with a weed whacker. And what does she have to say about this?

She came in to the kitchen yesterday with blood dripping down her face--scratches at least 3 inches long across her little cheek--and she deep sighs and says, "Momma, Gary scratched me again. I promise I put him down when he said 'meow'."

GOOD GRIEF.

You'd think my dear small child would get the picture. You pick up the cat, carry him around like a baby doll, and he's bound to let you know how displeased he is. EVERY TIME, Caroline. It's gonna happen every single time. Promise.

Our theory has been to let her get scratched a time or two. That will teach her.
Nope.
No lesson learned here.
In fact, she never cries and seems to care less what Gary does to her. She's just happy that he will wear her dolly clothes for .5 seconds.

Suggestions?!?

Ugggggg.

~Mel