Oh girl, Tangee would fall on the sidewalk, wrap his entire body around one of my ankles, and SINK HIS FANGS IN. HE IS MEAN. In fact, within an hour of rescuing him the other night he attacked my sleeping calico, Binky. A huge hissy-fit ensued and I had to squirt him continually to get him off her. He had a bitter expression and was spitting a fat wad of Binky's fur from his mouth. I love him. But HE IS CRAZY. As in He-should-be-on-medication crazy.
Put a collar on him and he'll have it off in ten minutes.
He turns on me when I pass him in the hallway. He thinks I'm dissing him when I pass him, whether I acknowledge him or not. Like flipping a switch, he turns from sweet to vicious LIKE THAT. The techs at my vets office say it's because he was so tiny when I got him that I bottle fed him. One said that domestic animals who were bottle-fed as babies often grow up to be extremely possessive, territorial and even aggressive. She said she's seen this type of behavior in bottle-fed cats, dogs, and even horses! I had to get rid of my plants because Tangee got so jealous of the attention I paid them when I gave them water (he watched and waited for me to leave, then he'd jump into the pots and angrily paw dirt onto the floor like he was determined to kill the poor thing). One day, a couple of neighborhood kids approached me with a little honey-colored sleeping ball of puff-and-purr, asking "Hey, lady... You want a kitten..." Thus, I know nothing about his parentage and I'm convinced he's either inbred, or was dropped or kicked as a baby. Love him but he's really psycho.
A leash? I get heart palpitations just imagining how many layers of sleeves I'd have to wear to get it on him.
Bless your heart. I know you meant well but If I had some video of one of his many over-the-top tantrums to share you wouldn't believe it. Look at the photo of him, third from the left. He was just starting to get fired up. Doesn't he LOOK crazy there?
