12 February 2007

So that's how it is in their family.

It didn't take long after we'd welcomed Violet Crumbleruff into our home to realise we'd adopted a first-rate weirdo. The obsession with her poo, the strange grumbling noises, the fear of the ironing board, the aversion to contact in anything other than a violent manner with any other living thing, etcetera etceteraaaah.

Then along came Finnegan. At first he seemed like a normal little ginger kitten: big-eyed, cute, loves to cuddle. Last week he started to show an odder side. He has taken to jumping on us in the middle of the night and waking us up with some pretty hard-core and strange displays of affection: licking the inside of nostrils, nibbling on earlobes, biting chins. It all became a bit unbearable when I awoke just as dawn was creeping in to realise he was licking madly at my lips. As I attempted to gently move him away, he covered my mouth with his and bit down hard. Those little milk teeth are so very sharp!

And that's not the worst of it. The little bugger has got killer morning breath.

5 comments:

Mary Bennet said...

Ouch. Halfway through reading this I thought "Aw, how cute! Nothing quite like being woken up by a wet cat tongue to destroy any chance of getting back to sleep." But a bite? on the mouth? That's horrible.

Is it too late to give him back?

Philosophical Karen said...

Long ago when we had a cat we had to shut her downstairs at night because she developed a taste for the sweat of my husband's brow. She'd plant herself on his face and start licking away, purring all the while. In the middle of the night. (Not very conducive to sleep.)

Philosophical Karen said...

Of course, I think that's when she developed her problem with feline bulimia (which is not a real disease, as far as I know, but a great description of my former cat's behaviour).

Anonymous said...

LOL---too funny. If it helps any, I have had two kittens who went through similar phases, and they both outgrew them!!! It's the feline version of the terrible two's!!! In the meantime---sleep in a face mask!!!

Lonie Polony said...

I once dreamt I was six months pregnant. I woke and discovered my puppy was sleeping on my stomach.