My neighbor’s cat bites, but it’s more a “love-bite” than a sign of agression.
I had to break Hobbes of biting. I’ve never seen a cat bite like she did. My first reaction was to slap her across the room, but I checked myself and used the remote from the TV to stick in her mouth and hold it there. It took exactly once. She’s never bitten since!
Our cat “Pixie” was a refinery rescue kitten back in 1990. She came outta there almost six weeks old, all but totally feral, all teeth and claws. Another week and she’d have been beyond domesticating. My then-girlfriend (now wife) kept her at her place, and the little fuzzball would ambush my ankles every time I walked by. I patiently played “Mama Cat” with her, and cuffed her for her timerity, teaching her when it was not appropriate to claw and bite. In just a few weeks she cut way back on the tooth and claw action, and even let us scratch behind here ears. Briefly.
Pixie’s going on 17, now, and I’m the only human she really tolerates for long periods of time. She crawls under my comforter and sleeps the day away on my side of the bed. At night, if it gets past 10:00, she comes out looking for me, meowing and trying to herd me off to bed. Then, she crawls under the sheet and curls up next to me, or, if I lie on my back, she goes to sleep on my chest. She’ll condescend to allow other humans to pet her some, and she’ll buddy up with my wife if I’m not around, but I’m her favorite human.