She's been doing it all day. Walking up to them and taking a bite. They move away. She stops. Until next time. Starts all over.
This bad cell phone photo is of Bell, a 6 months old tortoiseshell kitten. A Norwegian Forest cat mix.
That's her blanket. It came with her.
She's huge. Bigger than all the other cats. (1 1/2 yrs old marble Tabby & 1 yr old Blue Russian mix (w/ a Tabby)
All rescues save for the mini-dachshund.
Couldn't touch her without getting bitten. Deep gashes, too.
Now she is more tolerant and allows us to hold her and stroke her. But only so much.
Today was something new. Butt-biting.
We got her when she was 3 months old.
I'll try and get a better photo later. After a good brushing.
He didn't bite but ducked his head and he bellowed at me when I accidently brushed his hip when I sat on the couch. He would have nightmares wake up wailing but he's long past that. I look forward to seeing that photo.
I've got a mini and a standard.
Bell has trouble jumping because of her abuse and I get angry and sad each time she tries. She has gotten better. Jumping higher, climbing.
Love does that. I'm glad you found Oscar.
Oscar is a foster fail. He adopted us almost 13 years ago. He's turned into a stubborn and demanding old man but we love him.
Vicious little hooks that sharply curve and need to be carefully detached from bleeding flesh.