Capture the Hand

Moggy believes anything dangling is fair game to be captured by his paws.  He's learning claws are not permitted in the vicinity of skin--neither mine, nor Bandits.

Bandit has learned I will turn a blind eye when Moggy attacks him unprovoked.

I've learned to keep hands on top, and inside, the recliner arms.  Evidently, on top of the recliner arms is no longer a safe place for my hands to rest.

Tonight, I was minding my own business when, from out of nowhere, a tiny white paw reached up and tapped my hand. Since no claws were involved I tapped back. We began a cat-n-mouse game over the side-front part of the recliner arm that was quite entertaining--entertaining to me because I was winning. Entertaining to Moggy, because from time to time I would allow him to capture my hand. Moggy just wasn't fast enough to do it on his own.

Until he changed tactics.

All of a sudden not one but two paws and a head came up over the front end on the recliner arm and successfully captured my hand!  He looked as surprised as I was. Then he smiled and bit my hand. Not a hard bite. More of a conquering victor playful nip. However, if no claws are allowed, you can be sure no teeth will be allowed either.  Not to be out done, I rescued my hand and we continued to play with me being victorious. As it should be.

The Kitten realized he would have to change his attack yet again since he was once again coming up short--all was quiet as he repositioned to launch his next attack. I readied myself.

A white torpedo appeared from behind the recliner. Even though his strategy was good, I was slightly faster and his trajectory was slightly off.

My hand remains free.

For now...