This year has started off with a bang. And by bang I mean bites. And by bites I mean Lucy.
She has managed to:
a) draw blood
b) bite attack the both of us
c) bite the top of my foot
I’m not sure if its the holiday vacation we just had, or if something happened at home while we were away, but the little butthead is now a soft fluff because of how often we’ve had to spray her down for bad behavior. Sudo bath time.
Her neediness for food is about the same.
Her neediness for attention is about the same.
Her neediness to sit on Jonathan has probably tripled over the holiday. I can literally hear her purring over the sounds of the radio, tv, and computer games. I can literally hear her purring over a full world boss event fight in Guild Wars 2. That’s approximately 100 toons all in one zone fighting the same thing. It’s noisy, loud, and confusing…purr purr purr.
What I have noticed though is that she is not coo-purring as much. It’s a very heavy deep purring. IDK, I’m probably over thinking and she’s fine.
Like last night, she had a good ten minute session of running buck wild all over the apartment. Later we found a weird swirled tuft of fur in the hallway that look liked she had snagged and ripped a patch off of herself. She’s totally fine.
Stoopie cat making us worry.