My black cat, Thoth, thinks I’m his mother. He suckles my ear at night before he falls asleep. Once, Dante suggested I wear clip-on earrings to bed, to try to stop him.
A very frustrated Thoth went to the top of my ear and suckled, hard, almost like biting.
Sometimes, when I deny him my ears, he tries my nose or chin.
But that’s not what makes me a bad cat mom.
I don’t bathe him. And he really wants me to.
He sometimes hops up and hugs my face. In other words, he puts his arms around my face and presses himself against me for a moment, just like a hug.
Then he starts bathing my face. He’ll do a couple licks, and then he presses his face against my mouth.
That’s how cats teach each other about bathing.
I’m not going to lick my cat.
He hasn’t given up on me, but he must think I’m really stupid.
Or stubbornly untrainable.
