Wicket
He’s normally a very nervous cat with extreme (and I don’t want to say “mood” here and attribute my cat with a human personality when it is, in fact, a cat), uh, behavorial swings. He is either swinging around the apartment like an acrobat, or sleeping in a corner — and these variations last for days or weeks at a time. I’m used to him pacing the apartment at night, yowling for no reason and looking distressed, for hours on end. But tonight, his freak out was enough to cause my freak out, and I couldn’t. get. him. to. stop. Petting, feeding him, giving him special treats, playing with him — none of it worked. He walked in circles around the couch, screeching in a way that indicated he wanted me to put him in a sack and beat him against the wall.
So, finally, I grabbed the throw blanket off the couch, swaddled him as though he was a child and not a freaking cat, and bounced him on my knee. First, he struggled, then he purred and began kneading the blanket with his paws, then he fell asleep. I put him down on the couch, unwrapped him, and he has stayed there — sound asleep — for almost two hours.
The cat is, clearly, insane. And I wish someone would do that for me.
I was about to write the same post. To read my version, just substitute ‘child’ for ‘cat’.
