My cat had a bad habit of sitting behind my mom when she was working in the kitchen. You never knew when she was there. One morning, my mom took a step back and caught the cat’s leg with the heel of her shoe. The cat screeched in pain and we rushed her to the vet thinking it might be broken. It was just bruised. The vet told the cat she needed to soak the leg, and stay off of it as much as possible. We took her home and she cooperated fully. She let us soak her leg, and then we placed her in my dad’s favorite chair (since it was also her favorite).The cat got up to eat, and while she was eating my dad came home and sat down in the chair. He had no knowledge as to what had happened earlier in the day. When the cat came back in the room and saw my dad in the chair, she stamped her feet (including the bruised leg) and growled and spit at him. After which, she immediately flew into her cat condo to continue her tantrum. Much hissing and growling was coming from the condo so my dad went to placate her. Of course, her leg was very sore when he retrieved her so he carefully placed her back in the chair where she promptly went to sleep
