Little Sod

I think that The Cat missed us while we were away last week. Since coming back, there hasn’t been a night where he hasn’t spent time snoring between us. Last night had an added joy – my leg was obviously in the exact position where the aggressive bugger wanted to sleep. Well, if it wasn’t, it certainly was as soon as he saw my leg was there.

So he decided to attack it, sticking his claws in, to get me to move. This is not an unknown tactic with The Cat. When he does it to Herself, she moves. When he does it to me, he flies. The problem with this last night was that The Cat landed on Herself. And bit her. At three in the morning. Oops.

Cat is slowly learning that I’m not to be attacked. If he does attack me, he goes flying. Not hard – but hard enough that he generally falls off the bed. This has been a learning curve for The Cat.

It’s a battle of wills. Only time will decide the victor.