So. Tired.

Man, it's late, I'm still at work and a little overwhelmed at my growing to-do list.  Eh.  I'm going to head home to snooze and wake up a little more refreshed.  A sleepy brain is a stupid brain in my case, unfortunately.

But before I go, a cat tale.  Topo, our mad muffin of mischief, has recently become a terror.  He stalks us at night, laying in wait under the table for me to innocently wander by to get a glass of water with bare vulnerable legs, and BLAMMO.  I'm pounced on by a minature, rabid polar bear, fangs and claws bared -- who then sprints away to hide in the bathtub.  He pushes poor DK around something awful and tortures him by streaking over to our beloved red chairs and scratching until one of us shrieks and makes a grab for the water bottle spritzer.  And don't get me started on trying to cut his nails.  He's like a growling cat possessed and inevitably  DK and I, bloodied and dishearted, give up after a few talons.  

So, something had to be done.  I ordered some books ("Twisted Whiskers!" and "Psyco Kitty" to name a few) and I made the sad realization that all this bad behavior was pretty much user error.  So we're trying to correct our misdeeds by having more active play time before bed, getting a scratching post, covering the red chair hot spots in contact paper.  But the coup de grace came last Sunday I sprinkled a little loose catnip in a large paper bag.  Topo was on it like white on rice.  For a solid hour, our little hellion was as mellow as a college boy at a Phish concert.  He was all, duuuudddeeee and heeeeeyyyyyy and whoooaaa, is that a brush oh my god are you going to brush my fur mmmmmm  I felt a little badly basically introducing our innocent little kitten to a once-a-week foray into a kitty drug euphoria, but he seemed pretty happy and chill, I must say.  Sorry, Nancy Reagan, we're saying YES.

As for me, wow, the sleep just hit me.  Needs must call a car to take me home, pronto.  

Comments

[Carolyn]

We had a similar issue with our cat for about a year, right after we got him. My legs were all scratched up. When we got another (female) cat, he never pounced either of us ever again. (We had no idea it would have that affect, but it did). Now he plays with her and gets out a lot of energy, I think.

[hazelblackberry]

My male cat beats up my female cat. But it's all in fun (from his perspective). She hates him. But then she hates everything and everyone. Except me.