Malevolent Moggy

Since the cat had his run-in with the shaver last week, he’s been even madder than usual.

So far, he’s decided that he now doesn’t care whether Hound likes something or not – if he wants to sit on me in the living room, then that’s what he’s damn well going to do. We haven’t yet worked out if this is just because he’s cold and wants to warm up by sitting on me, or if he’s just in a “Fuck you, and fuck the rest of the world too” mood. Honestly, it could even be a combination of the two.

The ultimate (so far) Feline “Fuck You” though, has been one morning this week, where he decided he was going to sleep in the dog’s basket during the day. Hound wasn’t there to see it – she’d gone to sleep somewhere else in the house – so he got in to the basket, curled up, and went to sleep.

Hound, when she found out, was beside herself – she just didn’t know what to do. She would bark at the cat, then run back away. It was hysterical to watch. Eventually, Psycho Cat just got up, glared at the dog, and stalked out of the basket, coming over to sit on me on the sofa instead.

I don’t know if his mood is going to stay once his fur has grown back – but I almost hope it does, because it does mean the dynamic is changing (again) in the house, and this time it’s changing in Psycho Cat’s favour…