dementia
when i lived in italy, i had this cat. i got her from an italian family who told me her name was pizzetta, little pizza, which i vowed to change, so i studied her personality for a while. she had this habit of suckling at skin. she would just latch on and not stop unless she was physically removed, it got to be disturbing. i named her dementia because this little bit was obviously off her rocker. the suckling didn't stop after she took up solid food as i had hoped, rather it got worse! i would be doing housework and she would be under my feet just hoping for a bit of skin to show so she could get a taste. if i let her sit on my lap while i watched a movie, she would act all calm and cool, but i could see the desire for flesh in her eyes. she would ambush me when i least expected it and i would have to throw her off. harsh? no. believe me if you had a ravenous animal sucking at your flesh you would go to drastic measures to get it off too. i finally decided to cut my losses with dementia after the newly-aquired-so-that-she-would-leave-me-the-fuck-alone kitten sterling shit in my bed in the middle of the night- while i was in it. they were both out the door that very minute. was it fair for me to punish dementia for sterlings actions? maybe not, but dementia faired far better than sterling because after a week, he was missing and dementia was pregnant. after she had her kittens she totally calmed down. did a major one eighty. i still left her ass in italy.