Really. I do love my little Lucy Furball Purrball.
I wouldn’t call Lucy an unintelligent animal. She knows how to get what she wants from us, usually by being cute or by nipping. She doesn’t take crap from anyone, including humans. She does things like all other cats do, eats one kibble mouthful at a time, plays with catnip toys, watches birds outside the window. But Lucy, like any creature on this planet becomes rather unintelligent when stressed.
The other night we had all snuggled down into bed for the night: lights were off, cat tucked in on my left side as usual. Then around 3 in the morning, she decided that it was time to bite me. I’m asleep, so I have no idea why she’s walking all over me, sniffing in my face, jumping off and onto the bed, roaming around the pillows, etc. At this point I’ve nudged her off of me about 5 times, pushed her off the bed a few, and overall ignored her attempts to wake me up. This line of behavior resulted in several bites all over my left arm. =(
Guh, this cat!
…her water bowl in the bedroom was empty…the water bowl in the living room next to her kibble was full…
On top of all of that this morning, about 5am I thought she had stopped breathing. She was curled up in her usual snail position for bed sleeping. Her fur was cold, her back was rigid, and a typical stroke of the side wasn’t resulting in the usual reaction. I panicked. Woke up Jonathan. Turned on the lights. Grumpy pants ran off to the living room looking very annoyed. The pumpkin head eventually came back and slept in the same exact way, except on my feet, where I could definitely feel her warmth and knew she was still breathing. I’m soooo glad tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I’ll have a day to de-stress…hopefully.
Lucy bit me three times in as many separate attacks.
Bite 1 and 2: 1st pounce.
Bite 3: 2nd pounce.
3rd pounce I moved my arm away faster than her face could catch it with her teeth.
And why was she pouncing you ask? –Because I didn’t want her snuggling on top of me. -_-
This cat is do damn picky, needy, independent, obnoxious, selfish, snuggly, wet-nosed, precious…
Jonathan insists that the Lucy has a B-spot. B as in bite. The odd things is that I’ve never encountered this B-spot and I’ve touched nearly every part of this cat, minus the sensitive parts: butt, inner mouth, inner ear, etc. The aggression comes out when the left back leg is touched around the hip joint. At one point, Jonathan told me about an accident she had while quite young, she “fell” off the stairwell banister (and by ‘fell’, he suspects an asshole ex-roommate pushed her). With youthful kitty reflexes she probably did land on her paws, but has since been sensitive to touches and petting in that area.
That accident on top of her current activity level being near zero makes me wonder if she likes it when we touch and sometimes not. She doesn’t position herself in a protective manner to block us from touching her fuzzy tail, her back paws, or even her hind-quarters. But she does escalate quickly to biting when she doesn’t like a particular petting action. She doesn’t bite me when I scoop my arm around her backside to position her tail and paws into a comfortable resting position. I don’t know. She’s a weird cat with people issues. =(
The results of this weekend: bites…so many bites… =(
I think Lucy may have given up on being nice. We’re back to about what we were at a year ago in terms of occupational hazards of having a cranky cat. Her patience level since the overnight adventure has been cut dramatically resulting in unprovoked bite-run-eat behavior. *sigh* My poor kitty.
Saturday: 3 bites, 1 scratch Sunday: 2 bites Monday: 1 nibble, 2-paw-bite
2-paw-bites are the worst. When she does this she is genuinely angry and lashing out. Her typical bite on the weekends is because I’m still in bed, she’s locked in the room with me, and she wants me to wake up and let her out. The 2-paw-bite is full on aggression and reactive to whatever situation she deems annoying. Last nights attack was a result of booping. She didn’t want anything do with any booping whatsovever. She’s like the worst window shopper ever.
Look at the stuff (purr and nuzzle)
Debate on what to buy (continued purring with flicking tail)
Steal something when no one is looking, because you just haaaaad to (bite-run-eat)
Moody cat jumped up on the dressers.
Moody cat got sprayed with water by Dad.
Moody cat snuggled on me.
Moody cat refused food from Dad and sat in the bedroom doorway as I got dressed.
Moody cat don’t want none of your shit, Dad. -_-
– a poem, dedicated to Jonathan. aka Dad.
Our princess has discovered a new place to bite: my upper arm. =/