My friend’s cat though…
I’m minding him while she’s with her family, and I’ll tell you as much, he’s such a psychotic creature, it’s tragic. I know this. I know he can be actually dangerous if you don’t take care, he’s even attacked his ‘mom’, my friend a few times. And by ‘attacked’ I don’t mean feet grab or things like those, no, fucking jumping at her jugular with all he’s got, only instinct helped her back then.
Anyway, I just got back, I feed him, he’s all yaaay I love you *purr purr rub rub*, you know, all that, *throws self on ground PET MEEEE* and I do for a while, then do my stuff, he follows me around still all normal.
Suddenly, he snaps, starts meowing and runs into the bathroom.
Still, fairly normal-crazy cat behaviour.
I follow into the bathroom a little while later, about to do some bathroom business, standing in front of the sink, while he keeps meowing. I pet him, he licks my hand, I think, are you really in such a cute mood right now? He keeps licking my hand and arm, suddenly he tries biting, not the cute way though, the full on aggressive bite way, and I pull away, yell “NO” at him.
His eyes suddenly are the mad-cat eyes. You know, the eyes they have when they’re about to kill something. He keeps meowing. His whole body is tense. Staring at me, swaying some, as if unsure whether to just jump me or not.
I keep my hand up. I’m not gonna play this game. I’m not gonna back away either. I’m stronger than you, my muscles are tense, and I’ll grab you by the neck quicker than you can sever my hand, stop this.
We had a quiet, very weird exchange for a minute or two, fuck that tension, before he seemed to ease up some. I also let him smell my toothpaste. He didn’t like it.
Maybe he “woke up” from that, I don’t know.
He’s lying curled up behind me now.