Queen Eva has surely reached the teenager stage. She has some New Things going on.
One thing is to get somewhere I don't want her to be, and when I tell her no, she gives me a Defiant Look. When I reach for her to remove her, she grabs my hand and Bites.
Or she will be in a nice Cat Spot, but looking so sweet I just have to pet her. Usually she likes this and encourages it by murmuring sweet nothings, but the past few days, instead of purring and leaning into the pet, she grabs my hand and bites it.
Well...I told her there is No Biting in this house. I will not have a Cat Who Bites!
So I tell her no, and reach for her again. This used to work, Queen Eva understands and respects No, to a point. After the first no, she would either jump down on her own, or allow me to pick her up and put her down.
But now she's carrying the Rebel Act a little further. Instead of letting me extricate her or jumping down on her own, or allowing me to pet her, after I tell her no bite, she now bites harder....and growls when doing it. So my response now is to pick her up and hold her in my lap.
Her response to this is to growl some more and HISS at me, LOL!
The first time she did that, growl and hiss as I held her against her will, I was so surprised I burst into laughter and let go.
Well she took that to mean it was a good way to get Mommie to let her go, so she tried it again. Except the next time I was prepared and when she bit, growled and hissed, instead of laughing I simply held her in a firmer grip and gave her kisses on top of her head and told her everything is all right.
I hold her, doing this, until she stops growling and hissing, and goes quiet. I then drop my hands away from her, still kissing. By then she is enjoying the kisses and doesn't always notice when she is no longer being held, but when she does notice, she jumps down and trots off on Important Business.
PS She is in the Behind The Computer Bed right now. I just peeked over to give her a pet. She said prrrrrrt, with a crackly love-mew, curled into the pet and purred. Butter wouldn't melt.
One thing is to get somewhere I don't want her to be, and when I tell her no, she gives me a Defiant Look. When I reach for her to remove her, she grabs my hand and Bites.
Or she will be in a nice Cat Spot, but looking so sweet I just have to pet her. Usually she likes this and encourages it by murmuring sweet nothings, but the past few days, instead of purring and leaning into the pet, she grabs my hand and bites it.
Well...I told her there is No Biting in this house. I will not have a Cat Who Bites!
So I tell her no, and reach for her again. This used to work, Queen Eva understands and respects No, to a point. After the first no, she would either jump down on her own, or allow me to pick her up and put her down.
But now she's carrying the Rebel Act a little further. Instead of letting me extricate her or jumping down on her own, or allowing me to pet her, after I tell her no bite, she now bites harder....and growls when doing it. So my response now is to pick her up and hold her in my lap.
Her response to this is to growl some more and HISS at me, LOL!
The first time she did that, growl and hiss as I held her against her will, I was so surprised I burst into laughter and let go.
Well she took that to mean it was a good way to get Mommie to let her go, so she tried it again. Except the next time I was prepared and when she bit, growled and hissed, instead of laughing I simply held her in a firmer grip and gave her kisses on top of her head and told her everything is all right.
I hold her, doing this, until she stops growling and hissing, and goes quiet. I then drop my hands away from her, still kissing. By then she is enjoying the kisses and doesn't always notice when she is no longer being held, but when she does notice, she jumps down and trots off on Important Business.
PS She is in the Behind The Computer Bed right now. I just peeked over to give her a pet. She said prrrrrrt, with a crackly love-mew, curled into the pet and purred. Butter wouldn't melt.










He was about 3 & 1/2 weeks old when I found him orphaned... For your sake I hope she grows out of it! LOL!