Before we adopted Graham and Chip, we filled the house with cat stuff and were totally excited to have feline buddies under the roof again.
Now that a few months have passed, I’m Googling phrases like “my cats attack me all night long” and “I won’t declaw but something has to be done.” When I got up this morning I had blood dripping from the left side of my face and dried blood inside my left ear. (This happens nearly every day. Chip likes to wake me up by slapping me in the face, which is something I would never tolerate from anyone else, yet I tolerate it from my cat son.) My ankles are no longer ankles. They are cat attack scabs.
The cats were kept in cages during their stay at the college and before that they were in a cat hoarding situation. In other words, it hasn’t been easy for them.
I love the cats. I love the cats. I love the cats. (I do love the cats.)
I really need to figure something out. (I won’t have them declawed.)