Au Lait has begun aggressively attacking me again. When I'm lying in bed asleep, she'll jump up from under the bed and claw me in the back. When I'm in the loo brushing my teeth she'll pounce and sink her teeth into my ankle. Just now, as I was sitting on the couch with my laptop open and my feet up on the coffee table, she exploded out of nowhere and took a big bite out of my leg. I sprayed her with the squirt gun--right between the eyes--but she didn't even run away. She just stared back at me with huge black pupils."What is going on, Girl? What do you want from me. What are you thinking?"
No reply. Just more staring.
If I could read my kitty's mind, what would I discover? If she could speak, what would she say?
"Meow. Play with me! Meow. Give me more food! Meow. Put me in a cardboard box! Meow. Stop blogging! Cat grass!"
Maybe. I do feed her. I do play with her. I give her boxes to jump in and chew on. I spoil her, much moreso than Col does. In fact, the irony of this whole situation is that Au Lait has only been attacking me. She won't go near her boyfriend.
Maybe that's it. Maybe she thinks I'm the other woman. I can see now this whole Three's Company scenario could get complicated. Is she trying to run me out of here altogether so she can have Cute Boy all to herself?
"If that's the case, Girl, I won't budge! You'll have to try harder than that. Or just give up." Is this the gratitude I get for all of my love and devotion?
Sick thing is, I still love that Girl. I'm still totally devoted.
2 comments:
God what a nightmare. I can't stand it when cats act like that.
Our cat General Howard Moses (HoMo for short) attacks me occasionally. He waits until I'm not wearing pants, then he'll bite my leg.
Of course my wife Poopsie is never around to see it. HoMo only attacks when he knows I'm alone and vulnerable.
All I can say is you can take the cat out of the street, but you'll never get the street out of the cat. And that cat was born in a dumpster, fighting the sewer rats for scraps. She's a lover, but she's also a Scrapper. xo
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