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.
Action pics:
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.