jmcquown wrote:

Persia doesn't like to be picked up. (I think she associates it with being
shoved in a carrier which usually means being carted off to the vet.) I
really don't know what possessed me. She just looked so cute and I wanted
to cuddle! Now I have two nice puncture wounds on my hand. OUCH!

Yikes, sweet little Persia bit you? Is it the end of civilization?

Occasionally I pick up Roxy just to hold her. She usually puts her front
paws on my chest and pushes against me as hard as she can, so she's leaning
back away from me. And she usually looks shocked and a bit disgusted, as
though thinking, "What are you *DOING*? We don't do this sort of thing
around here!" I always know that's going to happen when I pick her up, but
sometimes I just can't resist.

The other night I suddenly got the urge to pick up Licky - like Persia,
he just looked so cute and was in a very friendly, purry, cuddly mood.
I barely had him 3 inches above where he'd been sitting when he suddenly
turned into a greased pig and was *gone*. However, he did get over it
pretty quickly, which was impressive itself.

--
Joyce

There is no alternative to being yourself.