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So it's Sunday night and I'm talking on the phone, seemingly minding my own business, and my cat meows. Innocent enough, right? I look down, she has food, she has water, so I give her a little nudge and - rrowrr - she flings herself at my feet! I wasn't wearing socks, so threat of foot biting was imminent. I grabbed my coat and held her back with it until she went under the kitchen table, growling and staring at me. Sloooowly I backed out of the kitchen, then just as I went around the corner, she leaps through the air, paws flailing. I grabbed a blanket, shooed her back with that until I forced her into the basement.
A few minutes later she came back, acting as if nothing happened.
Odd cat. I don't trust that cat. |
