Rusty has a past that I don’t know and can only surmise. I do know that of any cat I have ever had I must be VERY calm when I tell him to stop a behaviour.
There is a little packet toy filled with honeysuckle that is usually on the floor and causes much romping. Today it ended up on the bed and caused much clawing of the quilt. I removed the toy and then asked him to stop. He was still under its thrall.
I moved his blanket over the spot and said “no” – you’d think I’d slapped him. Told him he was a good kitty.
He asked if I was sure. A short plaintiff meow. I told him I still loved him always and forever… but when I reached for the camera this is what I got.
Camera down, lots of cuddling.