when animals attack
A year ago, if I could have planned out my life to this day, I would have said that likely I would be a Peace Corps volunteer, living in a beloved community somewhere in rural Central America, teaching English, speaking perfect Spanish, missing home, battling fist-sized mosquitoes, and sweating ALOT.
I would have never guessed I'd be living in an increasingly beloved community somewhere in central Pomona, working with seniors, speaking imperfect Spanish, living thisclose to home, and battling a different kind of wild animal, my roommate-cat Mordecai. (I'm not sweating, yet.)
Mordecai. Mordecai. Mordecai. Everything was cool until this Tuesday. I was gone Friday - Monday. Sarah (my human roommate) was gone Saturday - Today. Sunday I had some friends over and we hung out at the apartment. Mordecai was there, and perfectly fine. It was the normal mix of eating, walking around, sitting next to me, playing with his toys, looking out the window, and being told "No!" when he attempted to scratch furniture.
I returned home on Tuesday after work and had to rush out to meet some friends. He attacked my leg and bit me as I was getting ready to leave. Later that night, I got home and was walking from the kitchen to the bathroom when he attacked my leg and bit me again. I was sitting in my room trying to figure out what was wrong with him. (2 bites in one night is not normal. Although Megan thinks he might be suffering from PTSD from his days as a stray kitten).
Wednesday I returned home resolved to give him some quality people time. Because Mordy is a people cat, and I figured he was lonely and a little stir crazy. So I cautiously entered the apartment and left my big jacket on in case he attacked again. I turned on the evening news and gave him a full 1/2 hour of lap time complete with a head and back scratch. This was followed by play time and more lap time. It was a night in for me and some DVDs. Things were going fine, and then he came and sat next to me, head butted me a little bit which is his "pet me" cue, but I was watching my DVD and didn't pet him, so he tried to bite me again. But only got a taste of my sweatshirt.
YA BASTA! ENOUGH!
I felt like a hostage in my apartment. I had to walk around with the spray bottle (how we discipline him) as protection. He had this crazed look on his face (seriously!) and I just can't handle how unpredictable he is. I could make parallels here with the male gender in general, but I won't. :)
It is kind of amusing, but it kind of makes me sad because I love animals and I just can't figure this one out.
Thankfully, Sarah, who understands him better than anyone returns tonight.
I would have never guessed I'd be living in an increasingly beloved community somewhere in central Pomona, working with seniors, speaking imperfect Spanish, living thisclose to home, and battling a different kind of wild animal, my roommate-cat Mordecai. (I'm not sweating, yet.)
Mordecai. Mordecai. Mordecai. Everything was cool until this Tuesday. I was gone Friday - Monday. Sarah (my human roommate) was gone Saturday - Today. Sunday I had some friends over and we hung out at the apartment. Mordecai was there, and perfectly fine. It was the normal mix of eating, walking around, sitting next to me, playing with his toys, looking out the window, and being told "No!" when he attempted to scratch furniture.
I returned home on Tuesday after work and had to rush out to meet some friends. He attacked my leg and bit me as I was getting ready to leave. Later that night, I got home and was walking from the kitchen to the bathroom when he attacked my leg and bit me again. I was sitting in my room trying to figure out what was wrong with him. (2 bites in one night is not normal. Although Megan thinks he might be suffering from PTSD from his days as a stray kitten).
Wednesday I returned home resolved to give him some quality people time. Because Mordy is a people cat, and I figured he was lonely and a little stir crazy. So I cautiously entered the apartment and left my big jacket on in case he attacked again. I turned on the evening news and gave him a full 1/2 hour of lap time complete with a head and back scratch. This was followed by play time and more lap time. It was a night in for me and some DVDs. Things were going fine, and then he came and sat next to me, head butted me a little bit which is his "pet me" cue, but I was watching my DVD and didn't pet him, so he tried to bite me again. But only got a taste of my sweatshirt.
YA BASTA! ENOUGH!
I felt like a hostage in my apartment. I had to walk around with the spray bottle (how we discipline him) as protection. He had this crazed look on his face (seriously!) and I just can't handle how unpredictable he is. I could make parallels here with the male gender in general, but I won't. :)
It is kind of amusing, but it kind of makes me sad because I love animals and I just can't figure this one out.
Thankfully, Sarah, who understands him better than anyone returns tonight.
posted by Elizabeth at 1:40 PM
1 Comments:
arrg, how frustrating.
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