Flying leap into the air and biting me on the back of my thigh.
It's like: "Hey! Stop f**king around! Feed me, dammit! I'm only six months old and my body is growing at an amazing rate!"
Then she bites at my fingers as I scoop the food into the dish:
"Scoop
faster, dammit! Stop f**king around! What are you making: an art installation?"
I like to chalk up her wild, impatient, and somewhat violent nature to the fact that she is a kitten, after all, and
full of energy. Plus, we found her on the street, and I think she probably had to fight to survive & stuff like that. So I think the biting and scratching, the sniper attacks, the attempt to eat my extremities if I don't get out of bed fast enough – I think this is all natural and something she will grow out of.
Anyway, I'm hoping the costume I buy her for Halloween will show her how much I care and help us bond more:
