Today’s guest post comes from April:
Crouched defensively, hissing and spitting with claws drawn. The message was clear. Stay away. Unfortunately this was my bathroom and I needed to be in there.
I know people who have said, “Okay cat, this is your space, and I’ll run down stairs to the guest bath as long as you live.” The bathroom door is closed, and posted with a keep out sign. Food and water is shoveled in, and you get in and out to take care of the cat box as quickly as possible. It’s just life with cat.
Whisper wasn’t that lucky. Whisper had me, and the door was left open. Whisper came to our home with our boy, who brought this critter with him when he joined our family. Trying to prove to us that he knew better, our boy promptly got bit. We were not going to have a…
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