Max almost shredded my hand the first day we met. My dad had plenty to say on the topic of how easily he turns. In the two weeks we spent together I came to recognise that barely perceptible charging of muscles—whenever I leaned in to touch him—the tightening of his frame and the bright beam of his eyes that said, ever so steadily, “Shall I bleed you?”
Cats aren’t looking for your cuddles, they’re looking for your fear.
October 12th, 2008 at 5:21 pm #
They think of nothing but murder all day.
October 17th, 2008 at 10:40 pm #
So glad I had the office door closed when I clicked on that link and guffawed (yes, twas a guffaw) – I like to maintain the appearance of work in the workplace.
October 19th, 2008 at 5:36 pm #
It’s the Onion Effect :)
October 20th, 2008 at 8:17 pm #
Have started feeding the lion downstairs as dad was getting p..t off at all the birdy doo doo on back verandah (they love dry cat food) ?!? We think this change of venue may have been the catalyst for the lions ferocious and totally unprovoked attack on my foot and leg as I went out to buy icecreams (no fat no sugar no taste no nothing) from the icecream van for dad on Wednesday nite. My blood curdling scream rent the air and dad came running with a base ball bat, thrust it at me and said swing it at him…I didnt of course, but the bat remains leaning against the wall in the kitchen . . .just in case
March 6th, 2009 at 10:32 pm #
What a bastard. All cats are bastards, even the femmes.
March 9th, 2009 at 8:38 am #