We call the little one 'Bitey'

Actually, we still call him Ozzie. But 'Bitey' would apply too. The routine is something like: pet, pet, purr, purr, bite bite bite. So what are we going to do? Well, the internet (it's on computers now) says that he may have been taken from his mother early and missed out on some important socialization. We were told that he'd been found on the street so that makes sense. It has now become our job to do the socializing. We're going to pursue three strategies.

1) Ignore the biting and walk away/remove him from the area. This is to let him know that you're not going to play like that. It also penalizes him when he wants to play.

2) Say 'OUCH' and make him stop. When he plays nice, praise him with 'Good kitty' or somesuch. Cues him in that he's causing pain/doing something wrong. These are cues he missed out on being away from the litter.

3) Never play cards with someone who was named after a city. (Exceptions include anyone named after Reykjavik. Because, what are the odds of that ever happening?)

Wish us luck!