Two-three days ago I took in an innocent looking kitten named Harley. Hard to pass up just by the name alone.
Last night/early this morning he finally warmed up to me enough to sleep on a corner of my bed, and I wanted to see if he'd go after my hand if I moved it around underneath the blanket and quilt, which he did. But he also took it apon himself to look me right in the face for a few seconds...then claw me in the eye. Which today slightly hurts, and has a nice red spot in part of it.
The little bastard cat. Note the upside down "v" pattern above his nose. I've opined it resembles the V pattern of the back of a Cobra's head.
And what my eye looks like after he raked his claws against it.
Last night/early this morning he finally warmed up to me enough to sleep on a corner of my bed, and I wanted to see if he'd go after my hand if I moved it around underneath the blanket and quilt, which he did. But he also took it apon himself to look me right in the face for a few seconds...then claw me in the eye. Which today slightly hurts, and has a nice red spot in part of it.
The little bastard cat. Note the upside down "v" pattern above his nose. I've opined it resembles the V pattern of the back of a Cobra's head.
And what my eye looks like after he raked his claws against it.
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