Mom is such a lush - she was constantly smooshing my glorious, warm orange furs. At LEAST once every two hours yesterday.
No peace at all for this poor kitteh. She needs to find some other way to get a fix, this sort of thing seriously impacts my sleep schedule.
So, why I bit the momma recently:
We were both sitting there watching the outside kitteh eat. Turns out I'm not as chill about this as she thought. I got into a huff when O cat looked at me, so mom walked away. And I bit her foot as she passed. And she... she... laughed at me. Can you believe that? It's hard to chomp successfully when ya only gots the one fang.
Plus, she said I'd gotten to be like that teen who stayed in his room and wouldn't interact with his family, because I never left my spot by the glass, even though I was very quiet.
So now.... The glass door is completely blocked off for a good long while.