Surviving Cat Claws: My Guide to Not Bleeding
Let’s be real: cats are tiny, fluffy land sharks. Most days, my cat is a loaf with legs. But sometimes, she turns into a ninja assassin—fangs out, claws primed. If you’re tired of looking like you wrestled a rose bush, here’s what actually works:
First, don’t freak out. Yelling or chasing just upgrades your cat’s attack mode. If she bites or scratches, I freeze, then slowly remove my hands from the danger zone. No eye contact, no drama. If she’s still spicy, I leave the room. She gets the hint: no more attention.
Never reward post-attack. No treats, no cuddles. If she wants to bite, she can bite her catnip mouse, not me. If she’s playful, I use toys—not my hands. And if she’s hissing in the hallway? I step aside. She’s not blocking me, she’s just panicking.
Most importantly: learn her warning signs. Dilated pupils, twitchy tail, ears back? That’s my cue to abort mission. Turns out, respecting her boundaries keeps my skin intact.
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