Our cat has gone officially insane. Let's be kind, we said to ourselves and each other. The weather is cold and the cat will not sleep in any warm bed we make for her. Let's have her inside and she can climb up onto our bed, wrap herself around husbandly's legs and purr herself into oblivion.
That was then. This is now.
Meowing pitifully when she came in, because inside is evil, she settled herself in to the bedroom after some obligatory hiding out under the bed. This morning she disappeared entirely, probably back under the bed. Determined to put her back outside again, because certain businesses belong outside, I settle in to wait while I re-read Neuromancer. I hear some tacka-tacka-tack as she swans around the bedroom, then settles herself by the door. I got up to pat her and back under the bed she went. We did this twice. When I got up to pat her again and (gently) pick her up, she exploded into a whirlwind of claws and rather loud caterwauling.
She managed to get both of my wrists, three toes and scare the crap out of me. Silly cow.
I don't know if it was a combination of being hungry and small lad being at home (she has issues - he is as gentle as all get out) or she was just having a moment.
Now I'm walking wounded and she isn't talking to me again. Sigh.
