Holidays with a predatory kitty


Don’t let the cuteness fool you, this cat, innocently named, Max is a killer. We had signed up for watching him for a couple of days whilst his owner was away but lo and behold once in a house that wasn’t the one he was familiar with, he was not amused. He lurked about, hissing and growling at anyone who walked by. Pet him? If you like your skin untainted by claw marks, best forget about it.

I should have known better. I had a similar experience with watching two cats of a former friend in San Francisco several years back. While not on the attack, they weren’t friendly, hid all day long, came out at night, kept me up, and did their damndest to destroy a couple of things. It was a disaster and the main event that sent me down the road to unfriending her.

With Max, I didn’t know what to do. His main preoccupation was to sit on the main dining table which happens to be the point where you always have to pass to go anywhere in the masia. When it was me, it didn’t matter how slow I walked and how little eye contact I made, he hissed and was perched in a position to attack until I passed.

The next morning, I got up, made tea and while in the kitchen, he came out of hiding, popped in to the kitchen, growled and hissed before returning back to the living room. This was most likely because these days the kitchen is about 11C and he didn’t want any of that cold shit on his paws.

Once I went in to the office, he poked his head around the corner and started growling at me and closing in, hissing. I sat perfectly still as I couldn’t do much else. He slowly backed out of the office (again probably only because it was cold) and I shut the door, sending a message to Editor in Chief, “Cat is out for blood. I’m trapped in the office. Save me, otherwise, the house is his now.”

After fooling Max in to entering his cage by way of tossing a delicious sausage in there, he was then transported next door to Editor’s cousin’s house which is where he is more used to hanging out. He calmed down quickly and while she can pet him, I still really can’t get anywhere near. The reason for this is probably due to the cousin being an overall dick to the cat and now he associates all males with said cousin.

Needless to say, I’m staying clear until he goes home as I’ve become quite attached to my toes over the years and don’t need any carnivorous incensed cat eating one.