Yes, I do believe Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde are residing inside my kitty!
He can be the sweetest, most loving little guy one minute and the next minute, he has his sharp little baby teeth buried in my arm, or my leg, or my chin . . whatever part of me he happens to get to first. He just wants to play and he plays a little rough . . especially with those sharp teeth.
Every evening he sits at the door and meows with this evil sounding meow . . I don’t think he’s forgotten the rabbit he saw outside. He wants to go out and hunt and I feel like I’m being cruel for keeping him inside but (1) he hasn’t had all his boosters and I don’t want him to tangle up with a feral cat til his leukemia vaccines have him fully protected and (2) I don’t know if he’ll come back before we go to bed and there are coyotes and foxes and all kinds of critters that would love a tender kitten for dinner.
He’s so sweet when he’s in his loving mood but when he wants to play rough . . I’m glad I can leave him in the sewing room and get away from him for a while.