I shall share why The Dust and I are having some differences.

We have been on vacation for almost two weeks and when we got back Dust had major attitude issues with us. I thought he would be in a better mood this time because the housesitter reported that the Pounce treats were a hit and that Dust was following her all over the house and would wait outside the bathroom door for her. (she obviously is not a well trained cat slave, shutting the bathroom door???) Her and the boyfriend still didn't "touch" him though. He did try to snuggle up to them on the couch and she was afraid he was trying to get closer to their jugulars so they moved to the floor. Dust lounged comfortably on the couch, they sat on the hard floor, that sounds about right I guess.

Anyhoo... the night we came back hubby was doing was his typical Dusty greeting that he repeats numerous times a day just about every time he passes the Flabulous One. It involves a quick, drawn out (makes his eyes bug out), repetitive petting on the top of Dust's head with the back of his hand while repeating over and over in time to the petting, "hello kitty, hello kitty, hello kitty, hello kitty". Well Dust usually takes it providing it doesn't exceed 10 repetitions. After 3 pets he lashed out and clipped hubby good and clean on the hand, drew 3 deep lines of blood! Hubby conceded and went to disinfect his hand. Then not 2 hours later he ambushed me in the hall and slashed my right buttock right through my underwear! I had done nothing to provoke such an attack. Bad kitty.

That night while we tried to sleep he found every stray piece of cellophane and plastic in the damn house and brought it up on the bed for a chomp fest. He also got into the pantry, climbed up to the top shelf and helped himself to the can of Pounce, by the time I got to him he had eaten half the can. Well guess who puked on the bed later on????

Since then he has knocked over the vase of flowers. Chewed off one of the ties on my robe. Pulled the carpet up in the office. Tipped over his whole bowl of food, which all fell behind the dryer. Ripped a hole in the brand new bag of Science diet. Tipped over the trash can. Last night he was sitting in hubby's lap and Kody dog came by to sit at daddy's feet and Dust reached down smacked and sunk his claws into the Kody's snout drawing blood and causing the poor dog to yelp in pain. And this morning he stepped right in my cereal bowl when he jumped up on the table after I specifically told him to stay off the table! [shakes head]

He seems to be hanging with my daughter and being all lovey dovey with her. Ah but this afternoon I found him in her room and she was putting butterfly clips on his head, and he was letting her!!! He didn't look happy and he looked so sweet with the little hair clips on. I think he is starting to come around me though. I believe he senses that the next thing she will do is dress him up in a tutu and put him in the doll buggy... I took a picture of him with the hair clips on his head. I will post it soon for his maximum humiliation!!!

Copyright © Tambra Jo Gwozdz
August 4, 2001