gunsmoke on 24/9/2009 at 16:11

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lol. Melissa will love that one!

Mr.Duck on 24/9/2009 at 21:09

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Wow, lots of cat owners/lovers here. Yay!

Much thanks again for the advice, and, just to clarify: I don't mind much the rasslin' (already gotten my fair share of scratches and a few bites), just hoping Luci -will- outgrow the strong biting eventually.

Took'em today, less than an hour ago to the vet for some shots and such. Going to "fix" Caty in november, will have to wait with Lucy'till next year.

Here's a picture of Caty looking outside the window (iPhone pic, thus the sucky quality):

(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NwuVN4S5VP0/Sru0wXjSIhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FSEOVg8v0UM/s1600-h/Caty.JPG) Kitty.

37637598 on 25/9/2009 at 00:32

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If you get them fun toys that they can chew on, specifically the ones made for cats to chew on, they will have something to get their chewing energy out on.;)

P.S., BR, That picture just made me laugh for about 3 minutes straight.

theBlackman on 25/9/2009 at 07:02

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A little video of "Tigger" playing in the backyard.

(http://ezfolk.com/audio/play.php?mode=video&band_id=567&video_id=698)

Twilight on 25/9/2009 at 20:21

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I got my first (and worst) bite about 20 minutes after I got the cat, when I had come home with the transport box and wanted to open it in the bathroom. I had prepared the room, put away all the stuff that could fall down, taken off the curtains, put the cat toilet and food and water in. Turns out I wasn't prepared. She was a little furry ball of panic, and instead of cowering in a corner of the box – as I had expected – she shot out as soon as it was open and bit the first thing she saw, which happened to be my thumb and forefinger. I literally had to shake her off because she wouldn't let go. I was yowling in pain and bleeding all over the place, she was yowling in panic and racing around the bathroom. I cleaned my hand after it stopped bleeding and spent the rest of the day and half the night sitting in a corner of the room watching the cat, who had calmed down by then and was sitting in a corner of the windowsill watching me. After five hours she came down to sniff at my feet, after seven hours she came down again to sniff at my legs. I was really really happy. After twelve hours (4 o'clock in the morning) I was sitting in the waiting room of the nearest hospital with a throbbing thumb twice its normal size, fever and a nice blood poisoning. The doctor asked me if I had been bitten by a dog and couldn't stop laughing when I told him it had been my new eight weeks old kitten.

It took her 12 hours to get me into hospital, it took us 24 hours to become best friends, and it took me 2 years to gradually teach her how much biting is too much. But something like that first bite never happened again, not even remotely. The morale:

a) It will get better as the cats grow up, so don't worry – it just takes some time.
b) If the cat bites you enough to draw blood, disinfect the wound and watch it.
c) If b) didn't work, at least tell the doctor it was a doberman or something, otherwise the whole hospital staff will know (and laugh) about you in a matter of minutes.

BTW, do you know (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s13dLaTIHSg) Simon's Cat?