Frank
has been trying so hard to be nice.
Unfortunately his past behavior has doomed him to rejection by his
housemates. Last night stretched his new found good-will past its limit. Jersey set up camp in his favorite
sleeping spot on the right side of my head and she had no intention of leaving.
Rather
than his modus operandi of biting and chasing, he first tried to stare her
down. Jersey held her ground, exercising
her prerogative as his elder. Next Frank tried lying on top of her. Still no go.
She was not going to relinquish her spot. | |
| No way is Jersey giving up her spot |
Maintaining
his new patient demeanor, he sat on the bedside table tapping on my shoulder
with his paw. That’s Frank’s signal to
lift the cover so he can burrow beneath.
Once under the blankets, he proceeded to army crawl over my stomach and
up my right side until he was under Jersey.
She would not move.
At
this point (3:24 a.m.) I was wide awake,
enjoying the cat antics. This was also the
point when Frank gave up being nice. He
was frustrated and focused his rage on me.
He scrambled out of the covers and chomped my hand (like I had anything
to do with this!). Since he wasn’t
unchomping, I scruffed his neck with my free hand and deposited him on the
floor where he slunk away to sleep alone.
I
feel kind of bad that he wasn’t better rewarded for the huge strides he made
toward better behavior. I suppose he has
a lot of ground to make up on the road to acceptance.
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