Joey had a crazy stretch there. I don’t know what was up, but, after following Angel around any chance he could like a puppy dog, he started attacking Angel. The first time I thought it was a fluke, but after the second time of him initiating contact - and not-so-nice contact, at that - I locked Joey in my bedroom full time. He’s just now getting his house priviledges back.

He also attacked me… when I’d move Joey into my bedroom, he lunged at me and sunk into my arm, then a few days later my leg. I’m still healing from that one. It was freaky, he’d flatten himself to the ground, pin his ears back, whip his tail around, then lunge. I was almost afraid to pet him at all, he kept having temper tantrums.

And then two days ago he suddenly became my sweet little guy again. He spent the day following me around and lounging on my desk beside me, feet hanging onto my keyboard while he purred. He cuddled me in the mornings, and after one nap I found him asleep on the floor beside the bed. This morning he even stood on my chest, kneading and purring very loudly.

So I don’t know what was up with him, maybe it was a full moon, but boy am I sure glad to get my sweet boy back.