You can only do so one way…very gently.
The rest of Mommacat’s frame is terribly sensitive and sore from the ravages of age, arthritis, and constant seizures.
Should you accidentally… absentmindedly… pet her as you would another cat, the reaction is swift and severe.
She bites hard and claws the hand that hurt her, no matter how unintentionally.
Even at her advanced age, she can do real damage.
The sad part is that she really doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, but she has lived too long protecting herself from being hurt.
She doesn’t think about it before she attacks, she just responds to the pain.
As a result, most people don’t try to pet her at all.
The sad part is that she loves people, loves to be around people, and she is overjoyed when someone remembers that she does have this one little spot on top of her head that doesn’t hurt when you touch it.
Her little frame vibrates with a gravelly purr from head to tail when when she gets attention that doesn’t touch those sensitive places.
This old cat reminds me of some of you…and of myself as well.
Some of us have been hurt so much in so many places that we make sure nobody is going to hurt us there again.
We have a continual guard up and should someone “touch” us in those places we attack them without thought.
It can get vicious and we do real damage.
We don’t want to do damage, but we can’t sustain more damage ourselves.
After a while people stop trying to touch you at all…save the few who figure out the one or two ways to do so without getting clawed into a bloody mess.
We want to share in the best of human experiences, but we’ve learned the worst is more than we can handle.
We are alone for the most part, even when accompanied by friends and family, safe in our moving prisons of misery.
Last night Mommacat had a seizure while we were sleeping.
On my head.
I forgot about her boundaries and tried to steady her lest she fall off the bed (or scalp me)…and quickly realized I was toast.
Except I wasn’t.
She started to react..then stopped.
I petted the top of her head and the purring commenced.
She’s trying to get better.
Lord, make me more like my cat…
Make your own application…