Friday, July 23, 2010

Once bitten, twice shy.

My cat, the furry soul mate of my life, bit my finger soooo hard last night while I was sleeping. He actually BIT me. He's nipped at me for 13 years, but never really bitten me except once when I put my hand between him and another cat he was fighting (my fault).

He likes to bite my clothing, pull his head back and let it snap back into place in order to wake me up to get him food. He especially likes this with elastic things like the straps of my Summer nightgown. He was doing that... and then he sank his fangs into my finger. I gasped as I woke up in shocking pain, ran to the bathroom and saw blood dripping off my finger.

I'm still stunned he did that and really don't think he understood it was my finger. He adores me in his own psychotic way.

But I am a little nervous to go to sleep tonight. What if he does it again?

1 comment:

tinkermn said...

Shocked. I am shocked that Remmy bit you. He is usually such a nice, even tempered fella. Why I remember the last time he peed in my suitcase...what a lovely cat.

Too bad you live on the fifth floor. Otherwise it would be time to open the back door and toss him into the backyard.

I hope your finger heals....As to the cat---