Spoiled
When I was a kindergarten teacher, from time to time I'd have to deal with spoiled children. I always judged their parents for this, and just knew that I would do things differently.
Yeah, right. I've had Shayna for a month today, and I assure you that I have done a terrible job of molding her character. She is the most spoiled and sassy cat that I've ever known. She bites, scratches, pounces, steals, usurps, runs away, and grabs. Tonight, this now 5 pound little hellion actually took away my soup spoon in her teeth and paws --while it was still in my hand! She knows no boundaries. She attacks me daily. My nose, cheeks and wrists look like battlegrounds. I have got to get some control.
The problem is, I think, that I was mourning so much when I took her in, and I was so refreshed by her vivacity, that I just couldn't bear to rein her in. I'm trying not to judge myself too harshly. She is still so adorable, so it's really hard to discipline her.
Today, I finally reached my limit. During a particularly painful biting and scratching session, I finally swatted her. Talk about shock and awe! She ran away so fast, and sat and looked offended and scared. I really don't believe in hitting animals (or anyone) unless it's absolutely necessary, and I must admit, it really wasn't necessary this morning.
So now I'm brainstorming about better ways. One is that I shouldn't hold her when she wants to get away. There are reasons I've been doing this (namely, so that she will stop harassing Monaco-- and when I shut her in my room, she wails), and another is that I must stop using my hand as a toy. Even if it's in a sock. She needs to learn that no part of my body is acceptable "attack material." The thing is, I definitely want her to view me as her nurturer, not someone who will hurt her. So I'm going to really try my best to set some limits and boundaries, and change the way we do things around here.
In other news, Monaco is doing MUCH better now, thank goodness. And Angel is fine too, though today she was an extremely bad girl and rolled around in dog poop. Oh, the joys...
I've lost 10 pounds since the new year, and still have 15 more to lose by March 16. Yikes.
I finally put the deposit down for the Israel trip, so Mom and I will be going on May 3rd. Yay! But in a sad note, my great-uncle has decided that he probably will not be coming with us. Such is life...
Here are the trip details, if anyone is curious. I think it looks like a good tour.
When we're in Eilat, I really want to go for a camel ride, and for a Bedouin tent dinner. If anyone has recommendations for either of those, let me know!
It's time for me to get back to work. Have a great tomorrow!
Yeah, right. I've had Shayna for a month today, and I assure you that I have done a terrible job of molding her character. She is the most spoiled and sassy cat that I've ever known. She bites, scratches, pounces, steals, usurps, runs away, and grabs. Tonight, this now 5 pound little hellion actually took away my soup spoon in her teeth and paws --while it was still in my hand! She knows no boundaries. She attacks me daily. My nose, cheeks and wrists look like battlegrounds. I have got to get some control.
The problem is, I think, that I was mourning so much when I took her in, and I was so refreshed by her vivacity, that I just couldn't bear to rein her in. I'm trying not to judge myself too harshly. She is still so adorable, so it's really hard to discipline her.
Today, I finally reached my limit. During a particularly painful biting and scratching session, I finally swatted her. Talk about shock and awe! She ran away so fast, and sat and looked offended and scared. I really don't believe in hitting animals (or anyone) unless it's absolutely necessary, and I must admit, it really wasn't necessary this morning.
So now I'm brainstorming about better ways. One is that I shouldn't hold her when she wants to get away. There are reasons I've been doing this (namely, so that she will stop harassing Monaco-- and when I shut her in my room, she wails), and another is that I must stop using my hand as a toy. Even if it's in a sock. She needs to learn that no part of my body is acceptable "attack material." The thing is, I definitely want her to view me as her nurturer, not someone who will hurt her. So I'm going to really try my best to set some limits and boundaries, and change the way we do things around here.
In other news, Monaco is doing MUCH better now, thank goodness. And Angel is fine too, though today she was an extremely bad girl and rolled around in dog poop. Oh, the joys...
I've lost 10 pounds since the new year, and still have 15 more to lose by March 16. Yikes.
I finally put the deposit down for the Israel trip, so Mom and I will be going on May 3rd. Yay! But in a sad note, my great-uncle has decided that he probably will not be coming with us. Such is life...
Here are the trip details, if anyone is curious. I think it looks like a good tour.
When we're in Eilat, I really want to go for a camel ride, and for a Bedouin tent dinner. If anyone has recommendations for either of those, let me know!
It's time for me to get back to work. Have a great tomorrow!
posted by Yaakova | 6:16 PM
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