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.

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Lucy has a talent of presenting her paws when cozied up for snuggles in bed.

One paw out means she’s pretty relaxed and doesn’t mind a bit of jostling that occurs when we join her. Two paws out means she’s pretty much ready for sleep if not already asleep. Warm enough that she isn’t balled up or harassing us for comfort.

Only when two paws are out and crossed am I allowed to safely touch her jelly beans.



Granted she bit me a lot last night because I wouldn’t let her rub her cold wet nose all over my arm: dab dab dab hey wake up and pay attention to me dabdabdab meowwwm.

Lucy has started a habit of getting into bed before either of us are ready. She usually pads down for the night in one of the chairs, so when I haven’t been able to find her, she’s been on the bed napping. I’m not sure why she’s doing that since the apartment isn’t very cold; and especially last night since I was cooking chicken. Totally not like her to be dis-interested. I guess taking care of her dad who was home all day yesterday with a cold tired her little kittiness out.

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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…

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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. =(

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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.

Inventory –

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.

Go to the store (engage in snuggle puddle)ofMt0mC

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)

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