How to Appreciate a Mixed Blessing
One of our cats has a new game. She drapes herself across Missy’s lap, gazing up at her and purring for twenty or so minutes. When she’s done adoring my wife, the cat gets up, walks over to where I’m sitting, and bites me on the leg.
It’s like she knows that her affection for Missy will make the bite hurt more.
Note from Missy: to be fair, Cheddar (the lap cat who bites Scott, not the barfing cat [Trouble] who passed away a few years ago) only started draping herself on me for the last year or so; before that she was vehemently anti-lap. The (hilarious) biting Scott’s legs thing came first.