In April 1996, I was holding my brothers' cat Toby and petting him. Suddenly, Toby didn't want to be held anymore. But instead of squirming or just getting down, he chomped down on my arm. Sunk his teeth ALL the way in. I still have 4 teeth mark scars.
I had to go to the ER and get a tetanus shot. The bite was really severe.
My brothers' girlfriend (who technically owned Toby) wanted to put him down. I would have felt awful about that... so I convinced them to get him 1) updated on his shots and 2) neutered. It totally mellowed him out. He was a loving cat before, and even more after. However, I rarely touched him again. He made me nervous. I even lived with my brother for awhile after my divorce in 1998, and Toby still scared me.
I think it's normal to be leery. Please try to remember how stressed out and frightened he must have been, too. I hope things return to "normal" soon.
(hugs)
Crystal
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