Posy is in the proverbial dog house this morning. She needs to sit in a corner and think a bit about her recent behaviors, which include biting and late-night caterwauling. She was cleaning herself on my lap last night and I was petting her, and all of a sudden she sunk her teeth into my palm while staring at me steadily with her light-blue, increasingly serial-killer gaze. It made me so glad the vet didn’t remove all of her teeth, ahem. She was literally biting the hand that fed her.
Then she screamed outside my door last night at around 2 a.m. (Sean swears she is screaming MOM?! MOM?!). I finally let her in, because I figured she’d make less noise outside then in. And she did settle right down until 5 when she got up to cough up a fur ball, complete with thorough histrionics.
The vet had said we would notice a difference in behavior after her mouth was cleaned up, and she does seem more playful. If only that playfulness didn’t come with a side dish of brat on a bed of brat with a brat coulis, etc.
I also think the Feliway pheromone dispensers, which calm Plum, have a kind of adverse affect on the already calm Posy, making her all spazzy. She’s been doing a lot of running around, and it is always a sight to see, since you can tell she is running as fast as she can go—and thinks she is exhibiting g-forces—yet to our eye it looks like she is running in slow motion. Girlfriend will not be winning any sprints anytime soon.
Posy thinking, Bitches! I'm so fast you didn't
even see me run away and come back!