So, dear readers, here goes...straight from Indy's mouth:
Today, I am very angry.
I am angry because Mum made new cat pillows and she should know I'm the cat-pillow king, but she let Bunny play with it first!
And Bunny went totally mad with the pillow, so what about me??
And to make matters worse, she even made a similar one for that outside cat, that OBESE cat they call Ginger.
That one who even has his own Carebears blanket and I don't even have an Indiana Jones or Spider-Man blanket...hmmmph!!
And then, Bunny let Cleo play with it.
Hey, what about me???
And that Ginger cat? He was gloating over his cat pillow!!
And then he let his mother play with it!!
What about me???
So you know what I did?
Heh heh...I had a plan.
Then, Mum came inside the room and started calling someone on the phone. I don't know what she was talking about but suddenly there was talk about adopting a dog??
Adopting a dog??
So, that did it, I tell you....
I mean, that's as much as I can take already, right? There are already 7 cats outside the grille and one even gets his own blanket and cat-pillow? And now, a dog?
So, I had to make my unhappiness known and you know these humans, no matter how much you send the message through telepathy and eye-language to them, they never understand, so I use the only language they will hear...and pay attention to.
I went to Mum's leg and...
...sank my claws into her leg.
Yes, and I scratched REAL hard 'coz I was already so angry with the cat-pillow and now, there's this talk about adopting a dog?!!
And as I was doing that, I smelled all the silvervine powder on her pants, so...
...I grabbed her leg and bit her.
And this time, blood was oozing out from the bite and yet, Mom just waved me away and continued talking on the phone about that dog!!
So I bit and scratched her again.
This time, Mum left the room.
I think she went to wash her leg or something. Then I heard her spraying Path-Away on the wounds.
Later, Mum came back in and offered me the cat-pillow...
I don't want it, 'coz Bunny has played with it.
I want a new one.
I'm feeling a little sheepish now...
Did I over-react?
Oh, I did?
Oh well...next time, let me have the cat-pillow first...please?
Ha ha! That is a satirical piece from Indy, but I think the main reason was the remnants of the silvervine powder on my pants. It attracted Indy to my pants and he, being the "drug addict" that he is, got high and that explains all the scratches and bites as that is how cats "attack" their cat-pillows!
So if you have a crazy cat like Indy, be careful if you are handling silvervine leaves or powder!
So now, I'm the human test subject for Path-Away. Let's see if it works!
I plead temporary insanity...it wasn't me.
It was the silvervine powder.
Did someone call me "crazy"?