Bella is a very sweet, gentle cat, and has never tried to kill a vet, but when she was younger she tended to bite whenever she got too over-stimulated. Like from being petted, or looked at too much. She never drew blood, or broke the skin. She was very precise in being able to inflict maximum pain without leaving a mark.
I got her to stop biting but then she shifted into slapping. As in snap-the-spine-of-a-ten-inch-rabid-Norwegian-ship's-rat-with-one-blow slapping. That was worse.
She finally stopped doing that, but sometimes she still likes to bite. So the other morning I wake up to realize Bella easing up toward my face teeth first.
Me: What are you doing?
Bella: (in cat speak) Nothing. Hold still.
Me: What? No, get away.
Bella: Just a little one on the chin.
Me: No, stop it!
Bella: Just a little one! OH COME ON!
Me: GET AWAY!
Anyway, that was the morning.
links:
The article from the Austin American Statesman I mentioned yesterday is now online:
Three new novels speak to health of Texas fantasy and sci-fi writing tradition It's about me, Katy Stauber, and Stina Leicht, who both had their first books come out this year.
Locus:
2011 Hugo and Campbell Awards Nominees Congrats to everyone!
The Atlantic:
Texas Wildfires If everyone could think very hard about it raining here today, it would be very appreciated.
Published on April 25, 2011 06:01