I had 2 cats, Sophie 1 year and Max 10 months. I had them both since they were kittens. They get along fine. Max is more affectionate and Sophie is more skittish, but neither is aggressive. Max never showed any signs of aggression in his life to me but Sophie will scratch you if she doesn't want to be petted anymore.
One night, I was in the bedroom on my computer and I heard unusual sounds coming from the kitchen. I ignored them at first. I figured that the cats had gotten in to something, but that wasn't unusual. A few minutes later, the sound had gotten louder and it was heading towards me. By the time I stood up to investigate, Max was running full speed past me with a plastic grocery bag wrapped tightly around his abdomen and Sophie was in hot pursuit. The bag was making a loud noise as Max ran and Max seemed to be frightened and in distress.
As they passed me I was able to put my foot in front of Sophie to stop her from chasing Max, I yelled no at her and she scratched my leg very hard. It was bleeding. By now, Max as in a corner all tangled up in the plastic bag. I instinctively tried to remove the bag, but it was very tight. So I tore it apart in order to free him. Unfortunately, I was not very gentle, but I wanted to get it off him as fast as possible.
Then I picked Max up to reassure him that everything was alright. Max hissed at me for the first time in his life. Max was not injured. I quickly put him down and he walked away into the other room.
Sophie was now hiding under the bed. I reached under the bed in an effort to pet Sophie and reassure her that everything was OK. Sophie swatted at me viciously and scratched me worse than ever before. My forearm was now bleeding badly and my leg was still bleeding from before.
I decided to leave them alone until they calmed down. By the next day they were back to normal as if nothing had ever happened.
Why were they so frightened of me? I was just trying to help. I thought that Max would have been appreciative?
One night, I was in the bedroom on my computer and I heard unusual sounds coming from the kitchen. I ignored them at first. I figured that the cats had gotten in to something, but that wasn't unusual. A few minutes later, the sound had gotten louder and it was heading towards me. By the time I stood up to investigate, Max was running full speed past me with a plastic grocery bag wrapped tightly around his abdomen and Sophie was in hot pursuit. The bag was making a loud noise as Max ran and Max seemed to be frightened and in distress.
As they passed me I was able to put my foot in front of Sophie to stop her from chasing Max, I yelled no at her and she scratched my leg very hard. It was bleeding. By now, Max as in a corner all tangled up in the plastic bag. I instinctively tried to remove the bag, but it was very tight. So I tore it apart in order to free him. Unfortunately, I was not very gentle, but I wanted to get it off him as fast as possible.
Then I picked Max up to reassure him that everything was alright. Max hissed at me for the first time in his life. Max was not injured. I quickly put him down and he walked away into the other room.
Sophie was now hiding under the bed. I reached under the bed in an effort to pet Sophie and reassure her that everything was OK. Sophie swatted at me viciously and scratched me worse than ever before. My forearm was now bleeding badly and my leg was still bleeding from before.
I decided to leave them alone until they calmed down. By the next day they were back to normal as if nothing had ever happened.
Why were they so frightened of me? I was just trying to help. I thought that Max would have been appreciative?
