Boots really needs to see a cat psychiatrist or maybe it’s me that should see a psychiatrist for keeping a biting cat. It’s just so weird to me that he can be so sweet and then so mean. I was downstairs yesterday, sitting in my chair, not bothering him at all. I didn’t even have music on because I watched a couple of flosstubes while stitching but most of the time, it was just quiet and peaceful.
In Texas, I always had music on. He would bite me there too but I never stayed over there for six or eight hours at a time – mainly because there was no bathroom. I’d run back to the house, get busy in the house and go back to the sewing room for a few hours.
I’ve mentioned this before but one day my friend and I were making quilts together. We took a break, sat on the sofa, drank a Dr. Pepper (I’m sure she had water!). We had been in the sewing room probably six hours or so. Boots was letting both of us pet him. He’d go sit by Mary for a while, then come sit by me and suddenly he started biting. He actually drew blood but that was before I learned not to yank my hand or arm away while his teeth were still locked on me. I jokingly told Mary “Call animal control because my animal is out of control!” We decided Boots was tired of company so we left.
Back when he was biting so much, I tried to figure out why and I never could but now I’m thinking the he thinks the entire house is his. When he’s upstairs and he gets tired of having people around, he wants us to leave . . when in fact, he needs to just go downstairs. I think he’s getting stressed having humans around and since he’s more comfortable in the sewing room, he doesn’t get stressed as quickly down there as he does upstairs. In the past couple of months, he comes upstairs and is a sweet kitty for a few hours and then he wants to go into the kitchen. He will jump over the gate by Rita and then she starts barking and within a few minutes, he’s on the kitchen counter so the minute he starts looking like he’s thinking about jumping over the gate, I take him downstairs. He hasn’t been biting because he never stays upstairs more than a couple of hours. I usually let him out after wer’e done with breakfast and before noon, he’s been sent back to his room. In the afternoons, I’ll sometimes let him out but two hours seems to be about his limit before he wants to go see what Rita’s doing and get on the kitchen counter.
Yesterday was the first time I’ve been in the sewing room for six hours strait and it was probably at about the 6 hour, 20 minute timeframe that he bit me.
This morning I was in the sewing room about 6 a.m. and stayed til probably close to 9 and he was sweet as could be. I think he just gets tired of having me around. He has never had a human with him 24/7, which isn’t his fault but at least if I can figure out why/when he’s going to bite, that explains it and I feel better about it.
In fact, yesterday, I knew he was about to bite me. He gets this look in his eyes . . and I even said to him “no biting” about five minutes before he latched onto my hand. I didn’t pull my hand away so it didn’t break the skin. It was time for me to come upstairs so I got up and left, then I went back in there about 8 and stayed til 11 and he never tried to bite at all.
Maybe I’ve figured it out . . maybe not.