'enemigo

Like I have said before I am living in a pension with 9 other dudes… what I left out was the 4 legged creature that graces us with his presence everyday… tito.   It’s safe to say we have a love / Hate relationship.  When I first moved in to the pension, I would often wake up around 4 in the morning… make my way to the bathroom and usually read for a while before returning to bed. 

Just like clockwork there was Tito… curled up in front of the heater right outside of my room.  This is where the bonding began…   I would sit in the chair next the heater and he would jump up on my lap.  I was new to the house and I think he needed some love as well, it was perfect.  I would let him curl up on my lap for a while as I read…   For about the first 2 weeks, this was a common occurrence… oh how things can change.  One afternoon about 3 weeks ago, I crouched down to pet Tito before I left the house and out of nowhere he attacked my hand resulting in 2 deep holes in my hand, I quickly smacked him to get him off my hand and gave him a smack out of frustration. ( Luckily I had just taken tito to the Vet the day before for one of his shots… but still who knows what kind of diseases these guy has.)

After I had cleaned my wound… I came out of the bathroom and who was there to greet me… but the stupid cat that just forced his fangs through my hand.  The following days were very similar… he would find me in my weakest moments and try to get me to pet him.  I don’t even like cats, but there was part of me that just felt bad for the guy… he seems so bored, everyday just sitting in front of the heater and sleeping.  What a boring life! 

 

I decided I would give him a second chance…   we had another good run, which lasted about 4 days or so until the next incident.  He looked at me with those eyes, I just couldn’t quite say no to, I gave in… and just like before, He let me have it… teeth meet arm.  Once again I smacked him… hopefully getting it through his tiny skull that my hand is not for dinner! 

From this point on I gave him the name ‘enemigo!’ (enemy in english)  But just like cats do, they come looking for attention when they want it.  I refused to even look at him at this point, but every morning I would wake up and he would be sprawled out in front of my door!  I couldn’t escape his presence… he was everywhere!  Never have I had such mixed feelings for anything… never have I loathed something as much as this cat… and other  times he is in my lap.  I don’t know when I have ever felt so strongly about anything than I do about tito.  It might sound ridiculous… but at times just his mere presence infuriates me… and there are other times I go looking for him (how bizarre).  Following these first two incidents of him putting holes in my hands… I decided it was going to make it my job to bother tito as often as I could.  There was no hurting of any kind… so all of you out there thinking im abusing this little fella… just calm down.  But… I would annoy him...  Cats absolutely hate water, or people playing with their tales… just in case anyone was interested.

But just like clockwork… he got me again last Friday.  However, this time I might have deserved it...  I was annoying him, and with his quick ‘cat-like’ reflexes sank his teeth into my hand once again. 

‘ill let you have that one tito…’ 

We have a new understanding… he bites me, I bother him… I guess its our new way of showing our love for one another.   It’s part of that love/hate thing.   Because no matter how much I bother him, he will always return and look for some attention from me… and I hate to admit it, but there have been times I will go look for him just to give him a little bit of love.

…Oh tito, let the games continue…