Pissed at the Cat

I’m actually a bit amazed at how pissed I am now. One of the cats took a swipe at the other, in the process injuring the other’s eye for long enough that cat with the injured eye nursed it for quite some time.

I “punished” the offender by immediately clipping his nails then (like my mother) forcing him to sit with me for longer than he’d like. When I was done with him I launched him into the bed. He jetted off into the kitchen or somewhere on that side of the house. I half expected him to hide from me for the rest of the night, and I would’ve been happy with that.

No, he wanders back in a little bit starts cuddling on my legs. I pick him up, examine the his claws (to see which cat it is, they’re twins) then dump him back on the floor.

While I was writing this he came back a second time — he’s really docile. I guess he figured he really screwed up and is asking for forgiveness or something. I’ve not yet dumped him — he is actually being really, really nice…

humph.. Gotta give it to him for manipulating me. He’s almost as good as Jenni….