So here's the story about bite #3...
On Monday night, I went into the sun room to get my laptop cord. The room was dark and I didn't turn on a light. I slammed my foot into the side table. I groaned and whimpered pretty loudly because it really hurt it!
Chrissy heard me and came trotting into the room. He ran right over, looked up at me, (I'm only seeing his outline, not his facial expressions because it's dark.) and licked my calf. Awwwww that's sweet, I thought to myself. He must really love me and want me to feel better!
Then Jelly trotted into the room and ran right up to us. For some reason, Christmas hissed at him. I think it's because we had the windows open all day and whenever they get a taste of that fresh, outside air, they get a little... animalistic.
I tried to diffuse the situation by walking out of the room and saying, "Come on guys! Be nice!" in my high pitched voice. They both followed me out of the room and all seemed fine.
But I forgot to grab my laptop cord. So I went back into the sun room and walked over to get my cord- over to where I slammed my foot and let out my pitiful whimpers.
Chrissy ran right back over to me, and since I had turned on the light, I could see the look on his face. He was alarmed. And I knew that look. It was the look he gave me right before he bit me the first two times...
He jumped up and bit me. Luckily, he didn't do it hard, and he got the side of my knee where it's sort of hard and the teeth can't go down too far. He definitely could have got me harder if he wanted to. I would call this... a warning bite.
I stayed calm. The last thing to do is flip out. He had bit me and he still looked pretty alarmed. He was scared of something. For some reason, he must have afraid of that area of the room where I made that loud noise and groaned.
I didn't stare him in the eyes, I did get defensive or aggressive. Believe me, it was hard. I calmly took a pillow off the couch and held it. I planned to use it to protect myself in case he attacked again. I slowly, but purposefully walked out of the room, trying to act as normal as possible. If I acted weird, it would scare him.
I went into the bedroom and shut the door. Then I called Paul on my cell (he was in the basement.) I told him. "Come upstairs and feed the cats. Just trust me. Act normal."
Paul came up with his purposeful footsteps and opened the fridge. I heard both cats meow and run to the kitchen. FOOD fixes everything! Just that smell of wet food calmed Chrissy down. Both kitties ate, then Chrissy curled up on the guest bed and went to sleep.
I kissed him goodnight because I love him.
Update: My leg is a little black and blue and sore from the bite, but not infected or anything.
Did you ever get bit by an animal?
What's the scariest thing your fur baby did?