What do you do when your sweet little kitty
I’m serious! My sweet little kitty freaked the HELL OUT on me the other day.
There’s been a stray cat roaming the neighborhood for a couple of weeks. I saw it once last Sunday night eating out of the garbage bags set out for pickup the next morning. Then I saw it again this past Saturday during the daytime. It’s a very small kitty and it’s a very scared kitty. AND it’s a very skinny kitty.
It ran away from me, scared. I felt so bad for it. So the next day, Monkey was freaking out in the window again so I knew stray kitty was back. I went out there and took it a bowl of food. (Monkey’s got plenty to share with skinny kitty) Well, it ran away again, but I just left the food and went back in the house.
I was sitting on the sofa next to the window. Monkey was IN the window. Then she started acting all apeshit again, so I knew stray kitty was back and most likely chowing down on some yummy delicious kitty food. As I stood up, I said to Monkey, “Is skinny kitty baaacckkk?” just as she was jumping down out of the window (in her freak mode) to run to the next window for a better view.
I swear to you. . . she was in mid-jump down from the window as I was mid-standing up from the sofa . . . and in mid-air, she went all Ninja Kitty on me. She flipped the hell out and went all contortionist Ninja-like and hissed like she had rabies. When she hit the ground, she jumped AT ME hissing and carrying on like she was going to take me DOWN.
I was talking to her telling her that she’d best back the f*** UP. What did she think she was doing? But she kept coming at me like a little freak of nature. I walked out of the room and she chased after me still in her hissing fit and swinging at me. Now, mind you, she doesn’t have any claws. . . but she’s got some wicked TEETH and she wasn’t shy about showing them to me.
This all went on for about five to ten minutes. It may not have lasted that long had I not hissed back at her, so it’s probably my bad. But dang, she carried on long enough for it to start to scare me. I got her litter box and and her food bowl that’s in my bathroom and I put it outside my bedroom door. I did NOT want Kitty Kujo sleeping in MY room. . . not while she was all freaky.
Now all of this went down Sunday night. I haven’t spoken to her since. She’s been sequestered to one half of the house. She’s not allowed in my bedroom or my office. AND she didn’t speak to me until last night. It was funny. We’d sit in the living room in the same spots we’d ordinarily sit (side by side), but she had her back to me like she was snubbing me.
But she finally broke last night. I was getting ready to go to bed and she realized this and thought, “Hmmmm! I guess I’m fixing to spend another night in “time out” unless I come off with some apologies or something, huh? Okay. . . Meow!! Meow!! Meow!!” Then she started with the rubbing all around my ankles.
I caved. . . a little. I reached down and petted her little head for a few minutes. Then I went into my room and shut the door. One more night, just so she gets the big picture and it sinks in. Plus I need more time to trust that she’s not just tricking me so she can bite my jugular while I sleep.
I told Chris about it and he’s still joking on me about it. He said, “She’s like FIVE pounds MOM! What is she going to do?” Me – “You should have seen her!!! She was out of control!” He just laughs.
Has anybody else’s kitty ever gone Kujo on them? Is something wrong with her? Is she suddently possessed by evil spirits? What? She freaked me OUT.
See those teeth? I’m tellin’ you. . . Kitty Kujo!