Leo the large, my beloved cat, almost lost one of his nine lives last night. At about 1 AM, he decided it was time for me to wake up. Now, normally he accomplishes this goal by lurking in the hallway and meowing loudly, at which point I get up and put him out on the porch. Even if the porch door is open, he will not go out there until I put him out and close the door. I don't mind this usually because I always have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. But last night, he decided to use a different wake-up method, the single claw to the big toe. He usually does this only in the morning, after I am already awake but not yet out of bed. He'll delicately extend a single claw and delicately poke a toe, never really hard, just enough to get my attention. Last night, however, I was awakened by an sharp pain to discover that the bleeping fur monster had jammed his claw into my big toe right on the edge of the toe nail, ripping a small chunk of skin and causing a surprising amount of bleeding. I had been lying on my stomach with my toes dangling off the bottom edge of the bed and he just couldn't resist. Some cursing ensued as I stumbled to the bathroom and applied pressure, wiped the blood off the bathtub, cleansed and bandaged the wound. I was too groggy to apply Neosporin, but I'll make sure I do that this morning because cat claw puncture wounds can get infected easily. I put him out on the porch. I am extremely proud of the fact that no animals were injured in this process even though I was tempted to eject him from the building with prejudicial force.
He knew he was a bad kitty, though. He may have a brain the size of a walnut, but he is a cat.
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Oh God! Do you think they are really mentally deficient? My sister in law says their brains are so small there is nothing in their heads, but I just wonder ... too eeeevil to be entirely dumb, it seems to me.
Mentally deficient? Not at all. Just very single-minded. "She didn't move when I gave her the delicate poke. Let's try a little HARDER."
I must disagree with the commentariat above.
It's obvious that you had forgotten your place in the household pecking order. His Kittiness finally deigned to take a direct claw to the matter to remind you of your lowly place in the Catriarchy.
Well he has trained me not to leave glasses out on the kitchen counter (he delicately pushes the off onto the floor). But I totally control the food supply, so I"m still the big dog around here.
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