So, for the last couple of weeks, Zorro (aka feral kitty) has decided that my feet look shifty and must die. As you can see from the photo above and below, once he decides to attack, there's no rest. And sadly, this usually occurs at 2 or 3 a.m., when I am well into sleep mode. The first time he ever did it, it scared me so badly he's lucky he didn't get sent flying across the room! I thought someone was in bed with me! Here, it was just the cat, deciding my feet looked entirely too suspicious and must be killed immediately.
And sadly, the only way to keep him from repeatedly attacking me is to lay perfectly still in bed at night. And anyone who knows me knows that isn't a possibility. So I usually get attacked all night long. *sigh*
My other cat, Gabe, (see above) is no help. He just sits there and watches. Last night, though, he gave me the "what in the heck has Zorro been smoking" look and then left the room. Some help he is.
This just cements my belief that cats are crazy........
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