God's Sense of Humor

So, I have learned that you are never safe from God's sense of humor. I had a rough day and was just in a mood all day today. I would say I got up on the wrong side of the bed, but there is only one side. Anywho...I was just generally cranky, impatient, and not humored by anything. As much as you try not to take it out on anyone, you can't really help it. I made it through the day and came home only to still be in a cranky mood. (Could have been lack of food as well. I do tend to get very cranky when I am hungry and I skipped lunch.) I was saying hi to the "kids" and trying to figure out what was for dinner. Mom suggested we eat salads first and then decide what to have for dinner (I think she couldn't handle my crankiness anymore) and so we did. I did seem to calm the savage beast a bit, but still cranky. Mom decided to do chicken and was cooking dinner so I took the opportunity to love on Sheba a bit since she was sitting in my recliner. I squated down so I was nose to nose to her. She started purring and was in hog heaven. That was until I screamed in her face. Boots decided she was not to be ignored and promptly sunk her hypodermic needle claws into my back. I took that as my gentle nudging that I needed to get over my "mood" and be a little nicer.

On another note, I have found a way to deter a cat from bad behavior (although it might backfire on you!). Last night, I had all the kids in bed with me. Sheba has been sleeping with me, even though she runs from me when I look at her at any other times...Anyways, Goliath got frustrated and moved off the bed and onto the floor. That left me and the girls. Sheba usually only attacks my feet when I move them, so I didn't think there would be a problem if I just stayed still. So, I got comfortable and settled in. A few moments later, I feel a horribly sharp object against my ankle. Boots was attack me! AGAIN! I didn;t move and she started to attack my feet. I put her on the floor and she only proceeded to jump back and attack my feet. I did this 3 times. Finally the 4th time she jumps up and attack my feet (this time drawing blood) I thumped her on the forehead. Before you yell child abuse, I didn't thump her hard, just enough to let her know I was not pleased. She looked at me with a look that I can only describe as part shock, part indignation, and part plotting revenge. The ears went back, the mouth came open and the face..that was undescribable. She did however, jump off the bed and go sleep with Mom. I think it worked, but we shall see what part of me wakes up mutilated in my sleep tonight!