Left to My Own Defence....(Aaahhh!!!!)

My In-Laws came to town this past weekend, only for the afternoon (lunch really). I was at work at the time and missed the whole family thing (except my son calling me,  to voice his upset about no ketchup). And during their flash visit, they had the pleasure to meet 'The Oscar', in person.

According my hubby, the encounter went quite well. "He didn't really attack anybody except my Dad." my hubby stated. There were comments about how gorgeous Oscar is, how fast Oscar is, how smart Oscar is, and so on. And then the In-Laws went home and my hubby left for an overnight biz-trip (which turned into the week). And I was left alone with a teenage boy and a teenage feline. And did I mention that I'm not smoking anymore. Cigarettes, anyway. It's half way through day 3 without and doing OK. Considering what I'm working with or against.

It started on the first night when my hubby went away. After a few weeks of not being attacked when falling asleep every night, Oscar has decided to start pouncing on me again. I'm now bringing the bottle to bed with me just for reinforcement. His attacks have increased in frequency and intensity. Even my hubby commented that maybe having Oscar 'fixed' wasn't such a bad idea.

Oscar reacts like a child in every way including tantrums, pouting, excessive vocal ranting, just to start. I've been trying to do more work from home, yet Oscar makes data-entry and blogging near-impossible. As I type, he has inserted himself into my sweater and now, I have a second head sticking out of my midsection. Just.. one... moment...please...

So, it's the next day and Oscar is becoming another teenager trying to rule the house while the "Big Guy" is gone. The nightly bedtime attacks have returned, with a vengeance. When Oscar launched the 3rd attack, the Quilt Monster popped up in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks. And down the hall he went. That's the last thing I remember before the alarm went off, so he must have gone off to destroy something I haven't discovered  yet.

However, when I came back to check on my boy's progress for school, I did find the following:
1-kitty litter container in middle of kitchen (was on kitchen table when I left)
2-kitty Temptations on kitchen floor (was on counter when I left)
3-nicorette cartridges under microwave table (on counter when I left)
4-Aleve under microwave table (on counter when I left)

Does anybody-else see where I'm going with this list? I can hear that bell ringing frantically as I type, which can mean nothing but trouble for Oscar and something broken for me. Again, one moment please...

OMG! I'll never get this thing done the way I want.
POINT OF WHOLE BLOG:

Oscar looks like this... 

 and I look like this...

Serenity now! Yeah, right. TGIF (Thank God I'm Fried.) Until the next post Peeps;

Oscar's Got Some Bling...(and he don't like it!)

So during my 'time off from work', I was sorting through the bombed-out house and found a cute little 'bling' collar I had gotten for Oscar when he could maybe wear it as a belt. So he never wore it 'til now. We're going for the In-door Cat, this time. And he's starting to try the dash out the door  and other escapes. Only come close to being cut in half by the door twice, so far.

Let me explain, if you don't already know, that A) Oscar likes to hunt humans and stuff, B) Oscar is quite large for his age ( refer to yesterday's post). He's become exceptional at the ambush tactic so I needed to step-up his 'indoor-behavior' training. When speed like Oscar's is involved, just using the "Bottle" is not enough.  And Voila!!! 



Oscar is big enough for the 'bling' collar. And he reacted like I thought he would and then some. I  thought he was going to dislocate his jaw trying to tear off the bell himself. "He went crazy" is a mild description. And he was really not impressed with me, in particular. He challenged me with his big-back stance and stuff. Then he meowed his displeasure (that was torture itself, because he can talk for a long time.) And during all this, he was still wrestling frantically with the bell, to make it stop ringing in his ears. It really was alot of ringing.

I was then treated to 3 nights of 11:30 wake-up by pouncing on my head, biting my little finger, and clawing exposed skin. By the 3rd night, I took the "Bottle" to bed with me and the rest of the night was 'peaceful'.

I have complete faith that this will help us detect any future attacks. And help him find some finesse that cats usually have. Oscar, unfortunately, jumps around like an elephant and runs down the hallway like a freight-train. And I'm just waiting for the neighbors downstairs to inquire if we have a dog and not a cat. I've never had a cat who made so much noise.

It's the end of the week and he's already lighter on his feet, unfortunately not when he's jumping around or skidding across the hardwood floor. My son has asked to remove the bell as it's driving him bonkers. I replied it was the whole purpose for the collar. The bell was for our safety, in case of attacks. He stressed how targeted me mostly, so he didn't mind the attacks. The Boy still lost the argument. I do have an easier time knowing where the devilish feline is, without having to go find him, as I can hear the 'jingle' now. It may sound like Christmas when Oscar is having 'funtime' all over the house, but I'm not scared to walk down the hall anymore. So 'Jingle All the Way', baby!