If I could get Grace in this shot it would be a perfect Pile-O-Fur. This is Bella kneading bread dough on her teddy bear which happens to be on top of Captain Crunch. No matter where the bear is she’ll find it and knead. I steal the bear all the time and hug it really tightly knowing full well she’ll come to it. It works every time.
Therapy: The last hour as been anxiety filled. I told Dr. D that I’m anxious before therapy because I know when I show up I’m going to feel something. It wasn’t this bad with MacBlue because the only thing I was going to feel was anger but Dr. D is a whole different story. . . . .
While nervous as hell it occurred to me that I have 3 fur babies outside the office door waiting to be loved on. I think it’s time I called it a night and went to bed, enough of the stomach churning anxiety. I have 3 balls of fur waiting to crowd me out of my bed, sniff where they shouldn’t, kick and snore and all those other lovely things.
This is the thing, I really appreciate it when Bella jumps up on the bed and sleeps on my head. I’m okay with pushing her closer to my ear so oxygen can get through my nostrils. I’m okay with that. I really am. I look forward to hearing her heartbeat. It’s rather soothing. It’s just that when she starts doing the bread dough thing ON my head do I start to have issues. Do you have to use claws? That sound I make isn’t a purr.
Here’s Grace looking all innocent and sweet. Later I should take a picture of the nice size scratch she left on my arm. I better not bruise from where she bit me. Yeah, that cat, the one right there next to the bear bit me. Not so sweet and innocent looking anymore is she? 
All that biting and scratching for no reason at all fades to nothing when she wakes me up with what I call the morning celebration. She seems so happy to be with me another day. I forget all about the biting until she sinks her teeth into me again. It’s a viscous cycle. Sleep, celebrate, bite, sleep, celebrate, bite. (I’m exaggerating, she doesn’t bite all the time, just sometimes.)
Austin
It must be the color of the cat. I had a cat (died many years ago) that acted just like Grace. She looked a lot like Grace too. Her name was Suzie and she died in 1995 at the ripe age of 17 from a stroke.
I so want that teddy bear…
I know your therapy is anxiety ridden, but I’m glad to hear that with this therapist you can feel more than anger. It sounds as if he’s doing you more good than MacBlue ever did.
Sissyface got a pretty bad bite on her finger the other evening. She was teasing one her cats, and the next thing I knew she had blood dripping down her arm. What’s with cats and biting, anyhow? Sheesh, they can be so lovable one moment and so unexpectedly aggressive the next.
Ouch! I would be so mad if a cat bit me. That would freak me out. She would have to be extra nice and sweet the other times to make up for that one for sure.
I am really excited about your new therapist. He sounds like he knows just what to push with you.
I used to feel like biting and scratching for no reason at all, but years passed, and PMS was no longer an issue. Poor, pretty Bella. She must have been having a bad day.
I think that teddy bear is pretty darn cool. I have a cat that would love to pad on a bear like that. She loves fleece and loopy things and a whole long list. In the summertime she thinks she should be able to do it on my skin. And she doesn’t understand OUCH!