There is nothing quite like having the darn cat bite your ankle, hard at about 6:00a.m. It reminds me of the ninja character in the old Pink Panther movie that would suddenly attack Peter Sellers in order to keep his martial arts skills sharp. Frances, the cat in question is just like Cato.
She sleeps sometimes on the foot of my bed as I have a very soft fleece blanket which she seems to prefer over the nicely adequate microfleece blanket that I’ve provided for her on a padded blanket chest. Apparently it’s not good enough as she slinks over to my bed in the middle of the night. When I move my leg or foot at night it’s a 50-50 chance that it will startle her enough to freak her out. That’s when she sinks her teeth into my ankle. I would like this to stop.
Another issue that she has is that she will perch comfortably enough on my stomach or shoulder while I’m reading, resting or using the laptop in my recliner. She does fairly well up to a point. She likes to be talked to and she really enjoys it if you whisper to her. (I know what you are thinking.) However, Frances is fragile emotionally and can’t be trusted. She goes into a twitchy pose and then I know she will snap. If I don’t react the right way she will bite my hand just to see what I’ll do. I would like this to stop as well.
When we adopted Frances 6 years ago she was a tiny little thing and looked rather like a pinecone. She walked sideways in a mincing way and cried to get attention. Nobody’s perfect.