When a Cat has An Episode

I have handled a lot of kittens and cats, and not only love-demanding lap-kitties like my Pasha. At the shelter, they came in scared, defiant, and – yes – sometimes hissing and lashing out until they realized life was better in a warm cage with lots of food than cowering hungry in a ditch.

But never before did I have a cat go completely berserk on me. Once again as many times before, the now adult sleek cat came to visit for a few days. He has always been a bit jerky, and so I gingerly tried to pick him up to check him over as I always do to make sure he came alone (if you get my drift).

Out of the blue, he began to scream (yes, scream), and literally flew through the house like a deranged banshee. He wound up on top of the kitchen cabinets and while the hair on my neck stood on end, I tried to calm him, speaking softly, reaching up with tempting treats. But every time I looked at him, he went into this psychotic behavior racing back and forth, screaming.

(Perhaps an ancient Ba - with big ears -  took over his little soul)

It lasted all day until I finally gave up and went to bed (early). The next morning, there he was, lying at my feet together with my own two cats. La-di-da – when’s breakfast?

Considering that this used to be the sickly kitten I had ‘diapered,’ for heaven’s sake from when he was nine days old, and that he often comes to spend time at my house when his ‘mom’ is traveling, this odd incident left me shaken. And Pasha was totally confused, to say the least.

Sadly, the little bugger just might have bansheed himself out of this one baby-sitter...