Apparently I am not a fast learner.
Got up this morning, and the cat wanted attention. OK. We’ve been getting along well for the last several months. So, I reached down to scritch his ears, and chin and stroke his back. He purred like he usually does.
Then all of a sudden, he turns around and bites me. Again!
My fault, obviously. Bite me once, shame on you. Bite me twice, shame on me.
I suppose in his mind he does it to keep me in line as a good cat servant and not to get too familiar.
I’m thinking I’m just going to stop petting him and let him fend for himself.