Yep, that's my cat. He has taken to coming up and biting me on the leg for no dang reason at all. Last night he did it, and I freaked out and took after him with one of the throw pillows from the couch. I whacked him with it a few times, swearing profusely, I'm sorry to say. Erick was a little scared of me after that. I'm sorry, but there's just no good reason to go around biting people on the legs. It's not civilized.
Now, here he is getting ready to pounce on me.
And now I have him by the scruff of the neck.
I know he's just been starved for attention since Cary's been born, but I tell you, he's really pissin' me off.
I married the rarest of creatures, a genuine redneck who was born and raised in the liberal San Francisco Bay Area. I'm a technophile married to a technophobe.