Or more like, he's blown it with me. Nearly a week ago, we were in a snuggle fest and he chomped my wrist pretty hard. It bled in two places. Luckily, they were scratches and not punctures. Neosporin and bandaids took care of them. I didn't accept his apology that night but I did the next day. He has to understand biting is not acceptable.
After that, he'd cruise through the house a couple of times a day and if I didn't drop what I was doing to go pet him, he'd leave. Guess he didn't want loving all that bad, hm?
Three mornings ago, he was cruising through the house while I was posting in LJ. I wanted to finish my thought. He sharpened his claws on the cardboard scratcher and stood on it looking at me. I spoke sweetly to him asking him to wait just a minute and I'd snuggle him. His tail started jerking and a wet spot appeared behind him on the cardboard box behind the scratcher. I yelled "HEY! NO PEE!" and interrupted my post to chase him out. The last thing we need around here is another cat who marks INSIDE the house. I quickly cleaned it up and soaked the box with enzyme cleaner. I haven't seen Dempsey since. Eric saw and petted him one night in the garage when he was doing his laundry, but Dempsey is completely avoiding me.
I've even called him every night. Damn. And we were just about to the point of getting him neutered, too.
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