Thoughts about life, growing up, and living with three cats.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Phoebe Layne and puberty.
I have decided that even tho Phoebe Layne is spayed...she has entered the land of teenage drama and puberty. Not yet a year old, I can see that she's starting to get more feisty and less compliant with me. The days of where she'd leisurely lie back and let me clip her claws. Gone.
Eating any moist food without any trepidation. Gone.
Letting me brush her teeth without a fight. Gone.
Biting me....yes. (partly because of her dear father.)
She's becoming more like a monkey on crack...running around, playing, and I guess, coming into her own.