Owie, Owie
Dec. 6th, 2003 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omimouseStavan was on top of the TV about 45 minutes ago. This is a place that the cats are not allowed to be. He was also sitting on top of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
louisadkins's MP3 player, which is currently on top of the TV so as to be out of baby reach.
I hauled him off of the TV by the scruff of his neck, and proceded to administer standard kitty discipline for our house: Swat the nose and hiss. He put his claws through my silk shirt, bra, and upper half of my left breast. Punctures.
I am proud of myself. I neither dropped him nor threw him across the room. Instead, I carried him (still scruffing him) over to the kitchen sink, and held him in it. Warin liberally applied water to his face. Considering how cold it is outside, and as an added deterrent, I kept hold of him until he was sufficiently dry to safely let go of. He's curled up under the card table in the living room right now, indignantly grooming himself.
With where they were located,I needed Warin's help with the punctures. Simple procedure, right? You scrub the punctures with a washcloth to get any grit out, and then apply HP to them. Warin almost had to hold me down while he was scrubbing, and I discovered that the punctures were much deeper than I thought they were when he applied the HP. It felt like he was applying a brand to my breast. On the positive side, Bear-Cub (our ten year old girl) was watching the proceedings. She and the Puppy (our six old girl) have been having problems with proper treatment of the cats of late. She, in fact, had been spoken to earlier this evening about not putting the kittens into plastic bags.
Her eyes got really big when I broke off talking to her father mid-word to snarl-yell when he applied the HP. I hope she now has an idea of just how badly any of our felines can damage a person if they feel they have a reason to. Hopefully this will inspire better treatment of the cats.
And Stavan is sort of wriggling up to me, purring and patheti-mewing apologetically.
louisadkins's MP3 player, which is currently on top of the TV so as to be out of baby reach.I hauled him off of the TV by the scruff of his neck, and proceded to administer standard kitty discipline for our house: Swat the nose and hiss. He put his claws through my silk shirt, bra, and upper half of my left breast. Punctures.
I am proud of myself. I neither dropped him nor threw him across the room. Instead, I carried him (still scruffing him) over to the kitchen sink, and held him in it. Warin liberally applied water to his face. Considering how cold it is outside, and as an added deterrent, I kept hold of him until he was sufficiently dry to safely let go of. He's curled up under the card table in the living room right now, indignantly grooming himself.
With where they were located,I needed Warin's help with the punctures. Simple procedure, right? You scrub the punctures with a washcloth to get any grit out, and then apply HP to them. Warin almost had to hold me down while he was scrubbing, and I discovered that the punctures were much deeper than I thought they were when he applied the HP. It felt like he was applying a brand to my breast. On the positive side, Bear-Cub (our ten year old girl) was watching the proceedings. She and the Puppy (our six old girl) have been having problems with proper treatment of the cats of late. She, in fact, had been spoken to earlier this evening about not putting the kittens into plastic bags.
Her eyes got really big when I broke off talking to her father mid-word to snarl-yell when he applied the HP. I hope she now has an idea of just how badly any of our felines can damage a person if they feel they have a reason to. Hopefully this will inspire better treatment of the cats.
And Stavan is sort of wriggling up to me, purring and patheti-mewing apologetically.
