Harriet is a mean cat who
works in a bookstore. Well, she doesn't actually do
any work but she runs up huge vet bills and scares customers
away. Harriet came from a shelter, where she acted scared
and needy in order to get some sucker to take her home. She
was about 18 months old and declawed. She was chosen by me
(what a fool I was) along with a 3 month old kitten to be
put to work catching mice. Did she tell me that she was
declawed when I agreed to take her? No, of course not. She
won't even go after a cockroach, never mind a mouse.
The declawing by her original slave(s)
turned Harriet mean. The extremely well done acting job she
was doing at the shelter quickly faded after she settled in.
She made sure that everyone knew she might not have claws,
but she had teeth and she was not afraid to use them. It
started out with her biting her human co-workers if they
annoyed her. Then she moved on to unprovoked attacks ("Your
pants legs were too swishy, and I HAD to stop them") and
finally began sampling the customers.
Harriet has refined her attacks. She
will now choose her prey, walk over and fling herself down
on the floor, rolling onto her back. The prey, dazzled by
the patterns in her belly fur, will then stoop down to pet
it. That's when she grabs a wrist in her soft, but strong,
paws and sinks her teeth in. Sometimes if the prey seems
especially strong, she might follow it around for a bit
making chirping noises, to weaken the prey's defenses. When
she senses an especially weak victim, or if she's just in a
bad mood, she won't wait for them to bend down. Instead
she'll just wrap her paws around an ankle and sink her teeth
in.
Harriet says that if you come into her
bookstore, your pants had better not be too baggy, too
swishy, bell bottoms, have strings dangling on them or be
bunched up at the bottom. Your shoes must not have
ridiculous Frankenstein soles that are 5" high. If you dare
to come in wearing anything described above, better make
sure you have armor on under your lame pants. Harriet will
take you out.