Please find attached a photo of my kitty Psycho Lovebug, Queen
of the Elsmere, who is a Mean Kitty in recovery. Psycho Lovebug
had been abandoned at an apartment I moved into a few years ago,
and her brand-new litter of babies had all died. (See, some
kitties DO have reasons to be mean. I mean, OTHER than just 'cause
they want to.)
She clearly wanted to be loved and petted, but at random
(short) intervals, she'd sink her teeth and all 493 very sharp
claws into flesh. She was the kind of kitty you couldn't play the
wiggly-fingers-under-the-sheet game with, because she'd consider
the wiggly-sheet-lump for two seconds and then remove your arm
above the elbow. She is not one to fool around with half-arse
solutions, no sir.
But with love, patience, and loads of antibacterial ointment,
now she only bites me when I really have it coming, like when I
tell people she's getting soft. But she still has no mercy on
toilet paper or newspapers or phone books. I try real hard to
point her to inanimate objects to vent her dental aggression. All
you intractable Mean Kitties mock her at your peril.
