Today has confirmed that it was stress that had Boots biting me a while back.
When we got home from shopping for the chair, Vince went downstairs to move some boxes so the furniture guys could come through the sewing room door (French Doors that had boxes stacked in front of them). I had been wanting to move those boxes because it’s so much easier to go out that door to water the garden so I’m happy that happened. Vince moved Boots’ water container and his litter box so both doors would open. I’m sure that was all a bit confusing for Boots.
Then I went down there and vacuumed and started moving other things around and doing more cleaning and moving faster than usual so that probably was a bit unnerving for Boots.
The strangers came in and brought the chair. I was holding Boots and he got really nervous but I think he approves of the chair.
Then I was unpacking more boxes and Vince came downstairs and broke them down and took them out. I don’t know what cats remember but it may have reminded him of all the packing and moving when we moved him from the only home he had ever known in Texas.
When I finally did get to sit down and start stitching, he latched onto my arm like he was really fixing to take a bite. Instead of saying NO in my usual mean voice that I use when he bites, I gently petted him and kindly said “No, Boots!” Then he moved from my upper arm to my hand and bit again, never breaking the skin. I did the same thing again and he snuggleld up in the chair with me and hasn’t bit me again.
I could almost see the frustration in his eyes . . like he was saying “I NEED NORMAL and none of this is normal.” I’m with you Bootsie! We’ll find a new normal eventually.