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April 09, 2005
Too Smart for His Own Good
I have to do my knee exercises, but before I submit to the agony, I must share a story from last night.
Dave was travelling all week, and Polyphemos made it pretty clear that he does not consider that sort of thing acceptable. Not only was he a complete pain in the butt all week, acting out and doing a lot of biting and attacking of me (I suspect he thinks I drove Dave away), but last night he showed Dave. (So did Imogen, who took a dump on the rug once she was sure Dave meant to stay home.)
I was lying on the bed icing my knee after round three of the exercises and Dave came into the bedroom. He wanted to remove the cats who were lying on his side of the bed so he could lie down. He reached for Poly who went after his hand. Not viciously, but slightly more agressive than playful, with teeth and a little bit of claw. When Dave pulled that hand away and reached for his hind end with the other hand, Poly went after that hand in the same spirit. (Dave, by the way, insists that Poly was playing. Me, I figured he was annoyed at being moved.) Anyway, they went back and forth like this for a bit, Dave using one hand to reach for Poly's front half and then reaching with the other hand for his rear. Then, because Poly was getting overexcited, Dave put both hands behind his back .
Poly was sitting up at this point. He looked for the hand on one side of Dave. He looked for the hand on the other side of Dave. And then he leaned forward and bit Dave on the stomach. Not quickly, not violently, but very deliberately. Just reached out and bit. Then he sat there just holding part of Dave's shirt in his teeth until Dave pulled away. (Dave says his teeth initially got some skin as well, but he backed off until he was just holding shirt.)
Dave and I (of course) both burst out laughing with the shock and suprise of it. Plus it was funny. It was obviously a choice, not a reaction, done completely on purpose and not through instinct.
Posted by sally at April 9, 2005 09:20 AM
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