The man's side of it!

Around four this morning I woke up to make a potty trip (I love being a Pop-pop I get to use all these cutsey words and get away with it) I looked over at Cassie who was sleeping soundly, and spotted a cat trying to wake her to be fed. (The cats have been waking us up at this time often, and Cassie has such a soft heart she would get up and feed them.) Not this time I muttered to myself. It was dark and I didn't recognize which cat it was, so I pushed him off of Cassie and right away the cat came back (Like in Laurie Berkner's song, from Noggin on TV) So I then grabbed the cat with the intention of putting him out of the room.

It was like:

The only difference was that the cat had CLAWS! I have never seen an animal capable of twisting and turning like this little guy. I was afraid to let go as he had his claws extended and was cutting me wide deep and repeatedly! This caused such a commotion (actually it was my screaming and crying afterward) that woke Cassie up! We then discovered it was Cubby not a herd of tigers that cut me to shreds. My poor sleepy darling wife nursed my wounds and soothed me by calling me her hero (for trying to put the cat out to let her sleep) all the while her expression was one of amusement and horror at the number of cuts and scratches. She then told me the story of her first husband who took a cat into the shower with him, (and all the gory details) I was going to post a picture of me with the physical (and mental) scars, but children might read this and it would scare them. I will post a picture of the huge scary cat that turned me to ribbons:

After my wounds had stopped bleeding and I stopped crying Cubby came out and let me pet him. So all was forgiven. But I will say this: It'll be a cold day where the boogyman lives before I grab any of our cats in the dark again. Especially this little orange cutie.

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I am laughig so hard I can hardly type... I am sorry for your injuries but you do have a way with a story! ;-) I have had to learn to be a tough-love cat momma lately too, as my kitty occasionally tries to howl me awake for a 2 am canned food meal (she has dry all night, but thinks for some odd reason I'll get up and give her something she likes better...). Fortunately I realized early on that this would be a baaaaad idea, and I discovered that if I hiss at her, she stops (must be a momma cat-kitten thing...). But it IS hard for a loving momma to say no! I can't bear to lock her out of the room either... usually if she crawls on me, it's to be let under the covers for a snuggle - and I never say no to that :-) Good luck!!!

Hi Nancy,
It's hard to to do tough love to these cuties. The other day Sox tore open a pack of treats and wolfed down the whole thing. He was sick to his stomach and barfed all over the bedroom carpet. Cassie shampooed the carpet and told me to keep the guys out of the bedroom that evening until the carpet dried. When I came to bed later the guys were looking at the bedroom door as if they were going to the pound.
None of the other cats get nervous when you pick them up, only Cubby. It's like trying to stop a weed whacker at full throtle with your body.
Thanks for the nice comment,
Ted