...but I really do believe Cindy apologized to me -- profusely.
Cindy is the mushy one in our family, and she's definitely Mum's girl. But she's also a tortie, so the mush is on her terms, thank you very much.
One of the things she especially likes is for me to sit on the edge of the bed, while she flops with her back against my leg, her legs wrapped around my arm, and collect belly rubs. She can take that for ages, and if there's another hand to spare for the rest of her bod, so much the better. Eventually she has enough and kicks my arm away. But every so often she gets so into it that we go on too long and she gets over stimulated. My fault for not realizing we've gone on that long and stopping before she flips, but there you are.
Anyway, such was the case the other day, and when she flipped, she gave me a pretty good bite. No broken skin or anything, but I knew I'd been bitten. So, I just got up and went about my business, and let her chill.
When I came back into the bedroom to sort laundry, she was nowhere in sight, but when I went downstairs, she was there and as soon as I had got a load of laundry started and come back into the family room, my girl was all over me, with mush, rubs, hugs, cuddles, purrs -- THE WORKS -- and it was at least a half hour before she let up. She's a mushy girl when she wants to be, but that performance was above and beyond everything
There was no question in my mind that she knew she had crossed a line and was apologizing. Of course, I told her it was OK and there was nothing to forgive.
Cindy is the mushy one in our family, and she's definitely Mum's girl. But she's also a tortie, so the mush is on her terms, thank you very much.
One of the things she especially likes is for me to sit on the edge of the bed, while she flops with her back against my leg, her legs wrapped around my arm, and collect belly rubs. She can take that for ages, and if there's another hand to spare for the rest of her bod, so much the better. Eventually she has enough and kicks my arm away. But every so often she gets so into it that we go on too long and she gets over stimulated. My fault for not realizing we've gone on that long and stopping before she flips, but there you are.
Anyway, such was the case the other day, and when she flipped, she gave me a pretty good bite. No broken skin or anything, but I knew I'd been bitten. So, I just got up and went about my business, and let her chill.
When I came back into the bedroom to sort laundry, she was nowhere in sight, but when I went downstairs, she was there and as soon as I had got a load of laundry started and come back into the family room, my girl was all over me, with mush, rubs, hugs, cuddles, purrs -- THE WORKS -- and it was at least a half hour before she let up. She's a mushy girl when she wants to be, but that performance was above and beyond everything