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Life Among Felines, Part Ow.
Mar. 21st, 2012 05:59 pmWhen you live with a CatofSize, there are certain things you learn, and certain things you do. I've compared it to living with a tiger cub, and that's not at all inaccurate. Boomerang is 20+ pounds of mostly bone-and-muscle, and he has damn fast reflexes, and the usual feline instincts.
The fact that he also has an abiding affection for me does not, therefore, keep him from doing damage when he gets too wound up, and forgets to be gentle (and I forget to be cautious about the signs he's getting too wound up).
Fortunately for my work schedule, his teeth got me in the fleshy part of my palm, which means I'm still able to type, once antiseptic & bandages were applied...
Ten minutes later, of course, he came sidling up to me, asking for his ears to be pulled. Because he still doesn't grok that momma-two-legs is more delicate than the average cat, and she's still ow-ing.
(have I ever told the story of how he managed to knock me over? His three foot frame vs my five foot frame, and it wasn't even a contest)
The fact that he also has an abiding affection for me does not, therefore, keep him from doing damage when he gets too wound up, and forgets to be gentle (and I forget to be cautious about the signs he's getting too wound up).
Fortunately for my work schedule, his teeth got me in the fleshy part of my palm, which means I'm still able to type, once antiseptic & bandages were applied...
Ten minutes later, of course, he came sidling up to me, asking for his ears to be pulled. Because he still doesn't grok that momma-two-legs is more delicate than the average cat, and she's still ow-ing.
(have I ever told the story of how he managed to knock me over? His three foot frame vs my five foot frame, and it wasn't even a contest)
