Kitty and I are no longer on speaking terms.
I was holding him on my shoulder today while I wrote one of my research papers. He cuddled up against my neck and seemed pretty content for a good twenty or thirty minutes. And then he started biting and clawing me. I tried just brushing him away a little, but the more I tried to get him to be gentle, the harder he attacked me. When I tried to pick him up to put him back in his cage, he refused to let go of my shirt. Kitty was not happy, and I don't even know what I did. I didn't make any sudden moves and didn't hear (or make, obviously) any sudden noises.
Bad Kitty. :(
3 comments:
The word is "fickle". And it's not just birds and cats. Sometimes, uh, ...well, ...never mind.
....Bad Daddy! To the couch with you!
dad had a bad day.
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