One Crazy Cat


My sweet boy kitty pulled a Lewis on me. For no apparent reason, he decided to bite my ass as I sat on my front lawn in a Christina-like pose.

I don't know how my ass became prey-like to my cat...maybe there was an odor on the grass that clung to my ass causing said cat to lose his shit and grab a hold of it and bite.

I said ouch and shooed him away. He retreated back a few feet.

Then I looked over my shoulder and he was doing a low cat crawl in my direction, meowing something that I knew wasn't a friendly hello.

I wondered if this was some kind of divine retribution for defending Lewis here on my blog or if kitty had come straight from a catnip patch -- drugged up like he'd swallowed some PCP?

I removed my sandal and waved it in his face.

He gave me another meow.

I reminded myself that I am much larger than my cat, smarter and more capable of defending myself if need be. (Unlike the Sunset Circle wusses.)

He advanced forward with his head low...meow.

I tossed my sandal in his general direction and he took off.

He is almost ten years old and this is the only time I've seen him like this. The incident took less than five minutes and there's been no recurrence.

Since my ass was not decked out in feathers, has no beak nor does it squeak or have a tail, it will remain a mystery to me why kitty found it offensive enough to attack.