Our new cat, Jack
, is less "cat" and more "spider monkey with claws." The longer we have him, the wilder he gets. He has no issue flying out of nowhere to attach to your back, leg, head, chest, or anything else he can sink his little needle claws into.
I'm also wondering if maybe we should have named him Osama, because he's a damn terrorist. You never really know when he's going to strike. You find yourself very tense even just sitting and watching TV because at any time you might get fairly significantly injured. I was trying to play some Xbox 360 just this morning and just as I was getting into the game - attack!
I have a fairly decent cut on my hand where he got me good.
I'm hoping he'll chill out, if just a little. I don't think my nerves can take it much longer. He's gonna break me.