So I'm officially an Awful Person...
Because I just watched my cat attack a 4-year-old and A) didn't offer sympathy or B) scold the cat.
The fact that Mr Cute attacked her is pretty monumental in itself -- he's, like, one of the mellowest cats in existence. He likes having his feet held while he sleeps, for cryin' out loud, that's how weirdly cool he is with people.
However, his patience is not infinite. He doesn't mind being hugged/squished once or twice, but a constant stream of irritating attention will eventually make him snap. It seems to be taking less and less time for him to get to that point, too. (Or it may just be that he's missed me enough over the last week that he just wants to spend time with me and therefore anything/anyone that interferes is going to get swatted sooner rather than later.)
And it's not like we haven't told her not to bother the kitty. He's smacked her (and drawn blood!) before, and he did it in response to her unmitigated attentions. Some day the lesson will sink in, I hope: harass Mr Cute too much and he'll grab you with one paw while smacking you with the other. We don't clip his claws, either, so they're wickedly sharp things.
Anyway, that's why I'm a horrible person today.
The fact that Mr Cute attacked her is pretty monumental in itself -- he's, like, one of the mellowest cats in existence. He likes having his feet held while he sleeps, for cryin' out loud, that's how weirdly cool he is with people.
However, his patience is not infinite. He doesn't mind being hugged/squished once or twice, but a constant stream of irritating attention will eventually make him snap. It seems to be taking less and less time for him to get to that point, too. (Or it may just be that he's missed me enough over the last week that he just wants to spend time with me and therefore anything/anyone that interferes is going to get swatted sooner rather than later.)
And it's not like we haven't told her not to bother the kitty. He's smacked her (and drawn blood!) before, and he did it in response to her unmitigated attentions. Some day the lesson will sink in, I hope: harass Mr Cute too much and he'll grab you with one paw while smacking you with the other. We don't clip his claws, either, so they're wickedly sharp things.
Anyway, that's why I'm a horrible person today.