I think we're gonna lose one kitten
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 1:16 am
So i was sitting here at about 1 AM, typing, and i heard one of the kittens growling.
It sounded like the kind of thing you hear when they're scuffling and looking like they're trying to kill each other.
I figured it was Twilight tussling with Casey or Rocket, because she's the one who usually growls.
But it wasn't.
It was Casey.
By himself.
Under my chair.
Sounding, on further consideration, like he was really mad about something.
He seemed to be staring off into space. I reached down to pet him - he's been one of the sweetest and friendliest kittens i've ever had, and he likes to be cuddled or stroked or scritched - and he took a swipe at my hand.
Okay, sometimes cats, kittens especially, get excited and over-react.
I gave him a little tap - not even hard enough to be called a "swat" - to remind him to mind his manners ... and he took a serious swipe that left me with bleeding slashes across the back of my left hand.
I gave him a nudge with my toe to move him away from the chair ... and he bit my foot.
Hard.
Drew blood in four places.
Right now he's locked up in the back room.
As soon as a vet is open, he's going - and Steve and Helen will have to pay, since he's Maggie's cat - or else he's going to Animal Control.
And i hate to say it, because he's been such a sweet kitten up till now, but i think he's gotta go, no matter what.
What if Maggie, as she is wont to do, had gotten down on the floor and leaned over to get close as she petted him - and he'd slashed her face, as opposed to my hand?
I have had cats and kittens in my life pretty much full time when i was living where it was possible for the last sixty years ... and i have NEVER had one flip out this way.
How can i trust that he won't do it again?
Especially when he gets to be a pretty large cat, as he shows all the signs of becoming?
It sounded like the kind of thing you hear when they're scuffling and looking like they're trying to kill each other.
I figured it was Twilight tussling with Casey or Rocket, because she's the one who usually growls.
But it wasn't.
It was Casey.
By himself.
Under my chair.
Sounding, on further consideration, like he was really mad about something.
He seemed to be staring off into space. I reached down to pet him - he's been one of the sweetest and friendliest kittens i've ever had, and he likes to be cuddled or stroked or scritched - and he took a swipe at my hand.
Okay, sometimes cats, kittens especially, get excited and over-react.
I gave him a little tap - not even hard enough to be called a "swat" - to remind him to mind his manners ... and he took a serious swipe that left me with bleeding slashes across the back of my left hand.
I gave him a nudge with my toe to move him away from the chair ... and he bit my foot.
Hard.
Drew blood in four places.
Right now he's locked up in the back room.
As soon as a vet is open, he's going - and Steve and Helen will have to pay, since he's Maggie's cat - or else he's going to Animal Control.
And i hate to say it, because he's been such a sweet kitten up till now, but i think he's gotta go, no matter what.
What if Maggie, as she is wont to do, had gotten down on the floor and leaned over to get close as she petted him - and he'd slashed her face, as opposed to my hand?
I have had cats and kittens in my life pretty much full time when i was living where it was possible for the last sixty years ... and i have NEVER had one flip out this way.
How can i trust that he won't do it again?
Especially when he gets to be a pretty large cat, as he shows all the signs of becoming?