I think being raked across the shoulder hurt my feelings more than it did my body. I mean, yeah...it did hurt physically. I had to actually pull one of her claws out of my skin. But after I put her out and scolded her and shut the door...I felt like one of my best friends had just slapped me.
Seriously!
This cat was unwanted in another house, because she kept on beating up the other cats. The owner was going to "dump her". So I stepped in and rescued her, not liking the idea of any creature being driven out to the middle of nowhere and left for dead.
It took a long time for Missy to come around. For the first two weeks she hid under the coffee tables. Eventually, at night, I'd wake up to her kissing me on the nose. When I'd open my eyes she'd run away.
Now she's done with the kisses. Every night, she curls up with me and goes to sleep. Every morning, I sing her "Good morning to you" while I pet her. She loves snuggles...but she wants them on her own good time.
My friend, who lives with me, got a can of Silly String for Christmas as a gag gift. I found out, by accident, that Missy is just terrified of this stuff. So whenever I see her getting ready to crawl into Sprout's tank, PSSSST! I blast her with Silly String.
Anyway, my feelings are hurt. I fed her the other day, and she wanted to come back in, but I said no. Enough is enough.
I feel bad for thinking this way, and I appreciate the advice you all (did I just say that?
) have given me.
I feel like it's a contest between Sprout and Missy, and I'm favoring my turtle because he never scratched or bit me. Yet.
