Last night I tried to be a fair and equitable kitty momma by letting Puffy Savage have a chance to sleep at the foot of our bed. Bodie normally navigates the slumber ship from there, but Bodie also won't meow and scratch at the door all night if we don't let her in.
I put Bodie out, Fred Flintstone style, brought Puffy in, and closed the door. Scott was incredibly frightened that Puffy would take a massive shit somewhere in our environs, but lo - she didn't have the chance.
I had been asleep for 15 minutes when I was awoken by cat teeth on my earlobe. I thought I was dreaming that fly was buzzing around my ear. I swatted it away. Again, I felt the gnawing. Puffy was chewing on my earring, and by de facto, my cartilage as well. I picked her scrawny little kitten ass up and closed her back in the guest room.
Five minutes later, Bodie resumed her normal spot on the bed.
She just ain't ready.
Posted by Tiffany at January 24, 2006 05:49 PM | TrackBackPuffy sounds like my Totoro. I ended up with all appendages - including my nose, under the covers to escape the little finger gnawer. Operative word, little because he was barely mouse sized when we got him. Ejection was not an option, because he's part Siamese and never shut up...
He eventually grew out of it, but it took a while - like maybe a year.
Posted by: MarkD at January 25, 2006 05:23 PM