One fateful morning, on an impulse (and before my morning wake-up coffee), I whipped open the sliding shower door, grabbed her with one hand, and in one smooth, deft move, deposited her in the stream of water while quickly slamming the door shut behind her.

After one panic-stricken, disbelieving look into my treacherous eyes, all Hades broke loose.

Facing the 360-degree slippery wall tiles and wet glass of the shower door around her, she decided to climb the only thing that she could dig her claws into. Me. Faster than my own act of betrayal, she clawed her way up my naked frame in a split second (the backside of me, thank God), and before I could say "Argghhh!" she sat perched on top of my head, legs wrapped around my neck and face, claws firmly implanted into ten new puncture wounds (in addition to the couple dozen or so punctures up my backside), and then put up a most unearthly cat-howl which memory chills me to this day.

The process of turning off the water and getting the door open, while balancing the howling ball of fur on my head was definitely a slower process. Slower still, was the slow-motion effort to unfasten her claws from my face and neck while the howls continued. As for me, many dabs of iodine and circle "button" adhesive bandages stopped the flow of blood, as I tried to concoct a logical explanation to confront the nosy inquiries of my family and work mates. "Ran into a hornets' nest," sounded pretty good. Figuratively, it was absolutely true.

Score:

Genes that govern cat behavior - 1 point

Cat owner/amateur feline psychologist - zero

The poor thing. Did she ever forgive you?

The poor thing. Did she ever forgive you?

Slept on my cold feet that very night!

How to pill a dog...

1. Wrap it in bacon.

I tried that....the staff found him irrisistible

I need a new guard dog now....Jai-dee's paying

regards

wow,this is an education!

what about treating cats for post traumatic stress disorder?