Sunday, June 6, 2010

The Horror Continues

I think when dealing with your pet starts giving you ulcers, among scars and other things, it is a good time to start thinking about options.

Options like.. maybe we need to get him a little buddy. A friend, yes, but also someone who can teach him to share the attention and not be so needy all the time.

Or, cat tranquilizer.

Sully is generally very good, but out of nowhere he can turn on you. Excerpt from Friday: "Again, you are a total douchebag. I could have gone without four gaping bite marks in my leg with your calling card, one of your long strands of fur, lodged across them. Little pisser." For anyone reading, you know I don't normally speak in this way, so you should know what a little scamming, terrorizing rodent we have living among us.

In this case it was obviously our fault - his litter box went just a little too long without being cleaned, and he decided it was time to revolt. First he peed on the floor by the front door (possibly catching my black sandal, although I don't think it quite made it that far). I noticed that pretty quickly and realized the error, cleaning that and then the litter box quickly. But upon walking past him quickly to escape the horrible odor (I'm quite sensitive to it and felt like I was about to pass out), he jumped up and bit my leg quite hard, even drawing a little blood.

You don't hit a cat. You just don't. But I sure flung him across the room off of myself in defense of my leg. I then grabbed a spray bottle and sprayed him to oblivion, screaming at him in extreme frustration. These actions have become unfortunately common in recent weeks and I am not happy about the level of rage he gets out of me. No one else in the world has triggered such foul language out of me at such a volume (as well as probably elevated blood pressure and heart rate). But then, no one else I've ever known went so quickly from a foot nuzzle to assault with a murderous look. It is behavior that is not well tolerated here, especially when it is unprovoked.

Such was the case this evening. Tonight it was just Sully and me - Naveen is spending the night with friends near work so that I can have the car bright and early tomorrow for a lengthy appointment and possibly some work. I fed him, played with him, pet him, let him sit up on the desk and the windowsill.. and then, out of no where, he jumped at me. I grabbed him by the nape of his neck (isn't that what it's called? the part in back where the mother grabs them as kittens) and held tight so he would stop jumping at me. I then let go, trying to calm him down, but he lunged toward my face. I had to slap him away, or push him in mid air, if you will. You just don't hit a cat. I sure am out of ideas though. This behavior absolutely has to stop.

Dear Sully,
You make me very sad and upset when you descend into insane behavior, lurching at me and biting me. I'm getting very tired of it. It doesn't matter how well I feed you, how much I play with you, or how much space or freedom I give you... you're still so crazy, flipping from happy and sweet to mean and destructive. It makes me sad.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Schizo Horror Cat

So generally I've felt kinda bad about starting this blog, because Sully has actually been pretty well behaved for the most part. Occasionally when he's lonely or bored he goes destructive again, and knocks over a vase or the shampoo or some books, but nothing too terrible.

Today, I swore to him that if he doesn't shape up before we have kids, he's out. I will kick his furry little butt out myself.

Sure, he's got his innocent faces. Those are the times I can easily take pictures, because he's lounging around doing nothing, being cute. What I can't capture are times like this morning when he is (pardon me, but) a huge asshole and rips open my leg with a surprise attack because I opened a window for him, petted him nicely and then walked away. For no reason, as I was leaving the room, he declared war with a guerrilla style attack on my left knee (which is the bad one), ripping it open on the tender injured side. I just came from feeding him, petting him, and opening the window for him to enjoy a little spring breeze.

It's hard to believe this is the same cat who just an hour ago was cuddling up to my feet, purring, being a sweetheart. I could kick him out right now. The lasting effects of the monstrosity that he is (scars, bloodied legs and feet, a sense of having to watch your back in your own home all the time) is starting to really outweigh his cute and cuddly side. He seems schizophrenic even for a cat.

It would be one thing if he was play biting. But he's in it for blood. He runs, jumps, and tears into you with the desire to cause injury. This just better stop soon.

I love this cat. I would never want to give him away. But I swear.. if this keeps up and continues in the years to come when we're having kids, he will no longer be part of this family.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Litter Box Blues

Sully's latest thrill: knocking off the lid of his litter box if it isn't spotless when he wants to use it.

He did this once before recently, only this time he actually threw in the poop shovel and the garbage bag into the litter box as well. I wish I could say that I wasn't going to take any crap from this cat, but he knows we will and at regular intervals, so he dishes it out without hesitation.

Wonder how he'll fare when we go away for Easter this weekend... almost 3 days to himself. But he'll handle that far better than the vet's, we've learned.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Prayers for Chloe

Might just have to rename the blog, now.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Timeout Box

Sully in the "Timeout Box" after running around like a maniac, knocking things over. After about 3 minutes in the box, which is actually a laundry basket, I let him out.. only to find him a minute later standing on our cocktail table (something he knows he's not supposed to do) and generally getting into a lot of trouble. I'm pretty sure there's no effective way to train this little guy back into good behavior at this point. Sigh...

Tonight, my cat is a bastard.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Watching the Soft Snow Fall

Someone has been exceptionally good today, so I thought I would share some snow pictures.. like... batting at snow...

..and staying as warm as possible... :-)