I like cats, I do. I mostly get along with them.
My friend has a cat, and he’s a good cat. I help take care of him. I feed him, I clean his litter box, and I give him pets. I’m a good cat servant.
When it comes to the pets, the problem is that as I’m petting him, the cat will suddenly turn around and sink his teeth into me. Or his claws. Very rarely he’ll hit me with both.
It’s not just my friend’s cat either. There are several neighborhood cats that come around for attention and pets. I can pet them and there will come a point where they turn around and sink their teeth into me.
My friend thinks there is something in my blood, or some scent I give off, that felines like, or makes me tastier to them.
I’m of the opinion that they are just making sure that I remain a good cat servant by biting me to make sure I keep in line.
Either way, I just want the little buggers to stop biting me.
In writing news, I’m working on a short story I hope to submit to an anthology entitled Grumpy Old Gods, Vol. 5. The deadline is rapidly approaching (Dec. 1!) so I need to get going on it.