What a smart kitty!
New with Kink is sharpness. He is sharp in mind and claw. I caught him the other day sharpening his claws on a tree, after which he honed them to razor sharpness with his teeth.
Silly me, I thought he was flossing.
Witness the following recent conversation:
What happened to you?
What do you mean “nothing,” you look like you went through a shredder?
Just a scratch.
Looks like a zillion scratches.
Please! It’s not like I get a transfusion every day. I mean, once a month, isn’t that the norm?
What’s to be done with a sharp, playful kitten with razor sharp claws and teeth and did I mention sharp?
Number One: Avoid confrontation. When confronted with a sharp kitten, the sharp kitten will win. Back away slowly and chant “Nice kitty, nice kitty.”
Number Two: Feed often. A fat kitty is a slow kitty. A fat kitty is a sleeping kitty. However, the corollary is a fat kitty is an energetic kitty. (See Number One)
Number Three: Assert yourself! You’re the king of the house! Act like one. Failing this fall back to Number Two and Number One.
I’d write more but I have to staunch a recent wound to my ankle. And feed Kink who’s looking a little famished in spite of my blood dripping off his left fang.