In cat years I suppose Ludovico is a teenager, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior.
Our once cuddly kitten has turned into a furball of fire, determined to disobey whomever or whatever tries to tame him.
We have taken to joking that he thinks he’s a rattlesnake because of the way he likes to sit stone still and then — without warning — attack nearby hands and feet with his razor-sharp fangs.
He does have a soft side every once in awhile, though, and I’m so glad he allowed me to capture it. Maybe he knows that someday soon I will need a way to remember the sweet kitty he used to be.