Cat-shaming Ami #Caturday

Amidala speaking.

MaMA took this picture of me, and I agreed to post it if she would agree that I was more in the right than she was. Grudgingly, she conceded, so I’m allowing the picture. Let it stand as a lesson to her.

BadBiterIt’s true. I bit the hand that feeds me.

I was standing next to her on the couch. Well, to be precise, I was standing, and she was sitting. She was stroking my side and back and I was purring to show my pleasure and gently waving my tail to indicate approval.

Gradually, static electricity built up and what had been enjoyable became increasingly less so.

MaMA was deep in conversation with Charles and Daughter #2 and failed to notice when I switched to purring to comfort myself and thrashing my tail to indicate I wanted her to stop.

No, I didn’t move away, growl, miaow, or in any other way attempt to draw MaMA’s attention to my change in attitude.

I just — suddenly — snarled and bit and bit and bit.

I didn’t want to hurt her, even though she did ignore my ladylike signals, so I didn’t break the skin on her hand.

Naturally, she didn’t smack me, because she knew I wouldn’t have bitten her if I hadn’t been angry about something. I hurt her feelings, though, and she says she felt betrayed, especially since I did it in front of #2 Daughter, who is another cat lover. She was quite cross for days.

Therefore, we arranged this negotiated settlement, and MaMA promises to be more careful in the future.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How do you show you’re unhappy and ready to bite?


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One thought on “Cat-shaming Ami #Caturday

  1. Jane

    February 6, 2016 at 7:38am

    Oh my goodness!

    I’m sure the damage was more personal than corporeal, but oh dear what a smackdown!

    My boy Nick used to use his tail to express his feelings, and oh such a tail he had! He’d make sure to thwap it against something though, for the maximum effect. Thwap! THwap! Not exactly up to Lash LaRue standards, but, you know, loud.

    And my boy Blackjack would “bite” me sometimes by cranking open his mouth, revealing his two remaining fangs (the upper 2), and slooowly heading for my skin. “I’m a bad man!” he’d be saying. “Just watch me! I’m coming to get you! I’m like Dracula; I have two large fangs with your name on them! Really. Here I come. I AM bad. Honest.”

    Anyway, he’d eventually lay his uppers on my arm, and gum at me a little bit. Sweet baby boy.

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    • Marian Allen

      February 6, 2016 at 8:17am

      Okay, now I’m crying. Those two guys had more personality than seems reasonable. I met them, so I know you aren’t exaggerating. What a pair! And to have them both around at the same time was extraordinary.

      Yeah, Ami schooled me, all right. Hurt my feelers good and proper.

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  2. Ally Bean

    February 6, 2016 at 7:56am

    Poor baby! Living with such an inattentive MaMA. Honestly, it’s a tribute to your good nature that you can endure your life. You inspire us all.

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    • Marian Allen

      February 6, 2016 at 8:21am

      Ally, Her Majesty wishes me to convey to you her appreciation of your remarks. >^..^<

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  3. Dan

    February 6, 2016 at 8:32am

    I am sure she didn’t mean it. Maybe if you gave her a treat, you would feel better. I hope you’re OK.

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    • Marian Allen

      February 6, 2016 at 8:52am

      She meant it like stink, Dan! I give her treats all the time; cuts no ice when there’s static electricity involved, apparently. Yes, I’m fine; the poor old thing’s teeth are so blunt, her bites are more like pinches, but it’s the THOUGHT that counts. πŸ™

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