Life with Puss

[muckefuck]

My crack-addled citrus continues to go gangbusters. If this were like last year, I'd come home to find the house delicately scented with lemon blossoms.

Instead, it smells like fish oil.

Early this morning, it was so strong that I was convinced the cat had barfed somewhere, so I turned on the lights and looked in all the likely spots. (Cat vomit is not something you want to put off discovering!) I didn't find anything, but I'm far from convinced the reason is that there's nothing to be found.

At least her appetite seems to have returned, so it won't be like last time when I feared she'd starve to death on my watch. Of course, this only makes the mewing outside my door at four in the morning all the more puzzling.

Also, she bit me--on my feeding hand! Clearly, cats have no use for bromides.

Comments

Cat bites.

[currawong.livejournal.com]

Our cat has a voice, but chooses not to use it ... he communicates with subtlely nuanced bites ...playful surprise attack bites to the back of the calves ...gentle touches of the teeth if we stop petting him too soon ... light reminder bites to hurry-up his dinner ...but never, fortunately, nasty serious bites when he's really angry ...that's when he goes "mrrrrnnlllrrroooowwwwwwww-sssssss"!!