graceanne
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I don't think it helped that most of the kids (and even a few grownups) who saw my sister's bandaged arm responded with their own stories of being scratched by a cat - often, their very own pet.
What did your mom tell you about dogs?
With the first bite, I don't remember. I was two.
The second bite, honestly, was my fault. We'd just moved, as in we'd arrived days before. The neighbors dog had puppies and Mom took me and Miss to see them. This dog had NEVER seen me before in her life and the first thing she sees is me grabbing for one of her puppies.
She bit me. I think it helped that Mom explained about mom's and babies and stuff. She told me that the doggy is a good doggy that was taking care of her babies, etc.
Our cat, M&M, badly clawed my daughter once. She had kittens and my mom showed up with her dog. My daughter was in hugging the dog. She left a foot long, deep, scratch down my daughters back. Honestly, I kicked her, too. Then I scruffed her and threw her ass outside.
Then I talked with my daughter, after she stopped crying, about Mom's and babies and how not all kittys are like that. And after my mom left, and we let the cat back inside, I made them 'make up'.
I don't know what my mother told my sister, in the immediate aftermath. She was taken to the emergency room for a few stitches and a shot, and I was sent to Tommy G.'s house for the duration.
That night, my dad told us that cats, when outdoors, behave like wild animals - so we should always just leave them alone. When my sister announced that she'd never leave the house again, he told her that she didn't have to worry because cats wouldn't see her as prey, so if she left them alone they'd leave her alone too.
That last bit turned out to be only partially true. There was a portion of my mother's garden that this cat just loved to visit. It would jump onto our fence and then leap down and roll around in the plants, flailing its arms and legs and generally behaving like devil's spawn.
Cat learned the hard way not to do this when I was in the yard. But it had no respect for my sister or even my mother, and of course I wasn't there every second. My mother finally dug up that part of her garden, and the cat stopped coming back.
Cats are like any wild animal, they respect those who are bigger and meaner. You mom and sister were afraid of the cat, and the cat knew it.
In your sisters case I would have immediately taken her to the pound and had her handle and pet some friendly cats. It's just like falling off a bike, or getting bucked off a horse. You need to get right back in the saddle or you'll have a life long phobia.
I also would have called the pound and reported a feral cat that's abusing the neighborhood kids. They'd have captured it and put it down.