It's one thing, Rannie being the sort of cat who occasionally bites people's ankles. I don't like it, but she is a cat, after all, and that is something that they have been known to do.
It's another thing to be a grumpy cat. A cat Rannie's age is entitled to a certain rather large amount of grumpiness.
But it's something else entirely to be a cat who gets very grumpy with a person who won't stand in one place to be bitten.
Rannie likes to make a couple of trial passes first, not-quite smoothing on my ankles, getting lined up, working out range and distance before closing in to nip. And if I take heed of her efforts and step away, she utters plaintive, annoyed yowls. How dare I! So rude!
All ways are the cat's ways -- except for this. No, Rannie, I will not stand still to be bitten.
She's telling her woes to one of her toy mouse-babies right now. At last count, she had four on my bed, which all arrived after I changed the bedding last night.
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