You've heard "don't bite the hand that feeds you"? Well I didn't. I bit the face that was going to take the food away.
Yes, I did.
And yes, it's less than a week before Christmas. Massah said I am not getting ANYTHING for Christmas and I may be on the Naughty List for the rest of my life. She warned me to not even expect a Christmas cuddle or kiss. And I think she means it; this happened on Friday and she hasn't kissed me since.
Please don't think badly of me. Massah keeps telling herself that it's because I used to have to fight for my food, but she's getting tired of trying to convince herself of that. I promise not to do it again - as long as I never get a bone again!
For the details:
I was lying on the bed, eating a bone that I stole from Fig, when Massah came over to me. She bent over and kissed the top of my head, but I knew that she was going to take the bone away, so I STRUCK. And bit her. Two big bites and a few smaller scratches. I was in the literal and figurative dog house for quite a while. Still am in the figurative dog house, to be frank. I don't even know how to BEGIN making this right.... Any ideas on how to apologize? (Besides vowing not to poo in the house? I don't think I could give that up....)