Good morning all...
I come to this forum bearing news and salutations from a new owner of a kitten whom based on her recent seemingly evil behaviours, however interesting and indearing, just got named by me, despite a week of indecisiveness. Punky is my baby girl calico, and I love her muchly.
However, she Punky is punky, as I'm sure all kittens are at her age (about 8-12 weeks I presume) and this is especially apparent when I go to eat. While her hunting skills get plenty of practice at play time, and while she's trying to catch flies (her new favourite pasttime), she seems to think that the food that I am eating is worth hunting, no matter if it's donuts, fettucini alfredo or hotdogs. Today when my friend, a person who is much more avid with animals (and who admittedly enjoys indulging Punky's natural 'fight' by playing rough with her. However, we got a pizza to share, and when we started eating the pizza, Punky became fairly insistent that she get some, by climbing our legs (while standing), climbing my back (full claws extended) and scouting vantage points to acquire the food. No matter the number of times I put her on the floor or removed her from the situation or even placed her near her food dish, staring right at it... she always came back, and was always more insistent than before.
Eventually I had to confine her inside a laundry basket where she mewed, trying her best to convince us that we'd violated the geneva conventions on kitty prisoners. My friend and I felt terrible for doing this, but we enjoy not being mauled because we're eating
However, this long story isn't over...
Later that night, when my friend was gone, I had some more of the pizza, and this time Punky was full bore ravenous... she hopped on my bed where I was sitting and came running at me at full speed, and claws extended did some minor damage to my legs... making it to the dish with pizza, she proceeded to drag it, wherein I proceeded to employ my newest toy, the spray bottle... she hesitated, but continued nonetheless... I sprayed her about 4 or 5 times, and she backed off.
Sadly I think she may have built up a tolerance, because even later that evening I gave her a little test while having a midnight snack... I sat down at my usual spot with my plat of pizza, and she came at me, a little less agressive, but still managing to get to the pizza and drag it. I sprayed her and she continued to drag. I think I managed to spray her about 10 or 15 times... and she was unfazed. *sigh* I think she ENJOYS the spray bottle! Once I was done eating my food, she was the cute and cuddly girl I've come to know, though soaked to the bone...
I just dont get it... I thought cats hated water?
Oh well, the laundry basket works well, as long as the UN Pet inspectors keep their nose out of my affairs
If you have any disciplinary suggestions that dont feed into cat agression, and involve me not getting eaten alive by my beloved companion, they would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you.
I come to this forum bearing news and salutations from a new owner of a kitten whom based on her recent seemingly evil behaviours, however interesting and indearing, just got named by me, despite a week of indecisiveness. Punky is my baby girl calico, and I love her muchly.
However, she Punky is punky, as I'm sure all kittens are at her age (about 8-12 weeks I presume) and this is especially apparent when I go to eat. While her hunting skills get plenty of practice at play time, and while she's trying to catch flies (her new favourite pasttime), she seems to think that the food that I am eating is worth hunting, no matter if it's donuts, fettucini alfredo or hotdogs. Today when my friend, a person who is much more avid with animals (and who admittedly enjoys indulging Punky's natural 'fight' by playing rough with her. However, we got a pizza to share, and when we started eating the pizza, Punky became fairly insistent that she get some, by climbing our legs (while standing), climbing my back (full claws extended) and scouting vantage points to acquire the food. No matter the number of times I put her on the floor or removed her from the situation or even placed her near her food dish, staring right at it... she always came back, and was always more insistent than before.
Eventually I had to confine her inside a laundry basket where she mewed, trying her best to convince us that we'd violated the geneva conventions on kitty prisoners. My friend and I felt terrible for doing this, but we enjoy not being mauled because we're eating
However, this long story isn't over...
Later that night, when my friend was gone, I had some more of the pizza, and this time Punky was full bore ravenous... she hopped on my bed where I was sitting and came running at me at full speed, and claws extended did some minor damage to my legs... making it to the dish with pizza, she proceeded to drag it, wherein I proceeded to employ my newest toy, the spray bottle... she hesitated, but continued nonetheless... I sprayed her about 4 or 5 times, and she backed off.
Sadly I think she may have built up a tolerance, because even later that evening I gave her a little test while having a midnight snack... I sat down at my usual spot with my plat of pizza, and she came at me, a little less agressive, but still managing to get to the pizza and drag it. I sprayed her and she continued to drag. I think I managed to spray her about 10 or 15 times... and she was unfazed. *sigh* I think she ENJOYS the spray bottle! Once I was done eating my food, she was the cute and cuddly girl I've come to know, though soaked to the bone...
I just dont get it... I thought cats hated water?
Oh well, the laundry basket works well, as long as the UN Pet inspectors keep their nose out of my affairs
If you have any disciplinary suggestions that dont feed into cat agression, and involve me not getting eaten alive by my beloved companion, they would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you.