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conniecat
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There is a large drawer in my coffee table in the living room. For some reason, Simon has always been afraid of it. When I would open it, if he were sitting on the table he would yell and run off. Today, we were playing while he was sitting on the table. Since he seemed kind of mellow, I wanted to show him there was nothing to be afraid of, so I reached over and opened the drawer to see if he would finally just investigate it. He had such a hard time as a little kitten, I wanted to make sure he felt safe in here and was not afraid of anything. He immediately stuck his head in there for a look around. When he was finsihed snooping in there, I shut the drawer.
I didn't see that his paw was in there, or maybe he reached in again as I was shutting it, but either way, it shut on his paw. You would have thought he was being skinned alive. He screamed, hissed and spit all at once.
As soon as he yelled, Maxie came out of nowhere and attacked him. I got the drawer open right away, and Simon took off screaming, and Maxie followed him. They screeched and yelled and rolled down the hall way trying to kill each other. (Scooter my timid little baby just ran and hid).
I yelled at Maxie, and finally he stopped and turned around and looked at me like, "Oh, did you want something?" Butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth. Simon came back in and I tried to catch to assess the damage, but he was having nothing to do with me.
I felt awful! I finally caught Simon and cuddled and apologized, and I think he has forgiven me. He is not even limping, so I think he is fine.
I don't understand Maxie's reaction tho, Normally he is the most laid back cat you have ever seen. Easy going and affectionate. I don't know if he was trying to protect me, or just taking the oppertunity to get rid of Simon. To look at them now, you wouldn't ever know anything happened between them. Wonder what goes on in those fuzzy little heads
I didn't see that his paw was in there, or maybe he reached in again as I was shutting it, but either way, it shut on his paw. You would have thought he was being skinned alive. He screamed, hissed and spit all at once.
As soon as he yelled, Maxie came out of nowhere and attacked him. I got the drawer open right away, and Simon took off screaming, and Maxie followed him. They screeched and yelled and rolled down the hall way trying to kill each other. (Scooter my timid little baby just ran and hid).
I yelled at Maxie, and finally he stopped and turned around and looked at me like, "Oh, did you want something?" Butter wouldn't have melted in his mouth. Simon came back in and I tried to catch to assess the damage, but he was having nothing to do with me.
I felt awful! I finally caught Simon and cuddled and apologized, and I think he has forgiven me. He is not even limping, so I think he is fine.
I don't understand Maxie's reaction tho, Normally he is the most laid back cat you have ever seen. Easy going and affectionate. I don't know if he was trying to protect me, or just taking the oppertunity to get rid of Simon. To look at them now, you wouldn't ever know anything happened between them. Wonder what goes on in those fuzzy little heads