Blood. Along with a small hole off to the side.
Apparently my sleeping companion decided I was taking up a little too much room last night (on a king size bed!) and gave me a swipe to get me back over to my own side.
Ya' gotta love those kitties.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Don't Cross This Line
I woke up this morning with a fat, sore lip. It felt stiff and when I touched it, I noticed there was something on it.
Blood. Along with a small hole off to the side.
Apparently my sleeping companion decided I was taking up a little too much room last night (on a king size bed!) and gave me a swipe to get me back over to my own side.
Ya' gotta love those kitties.
Blood. Along with a small hole off to the side.
Apparently my sleeping companion decided I was taking up a little too much room last night (on a king size bed!) and gave me a swipe to get me back over to my own side.
Ya' gotta love those kitties.
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When my alarmclock has gone off about three times and there's the danger of me waking up, Sophie will sometimes sit next to my face and extend a little claw and gently touch my face.
Fortunately it's never resulted in a fat and/or bloody lip.
Yet...
oh my god!
well at least I know I can rob you blind and you'll sleep through it?
Uh, no. That cat will kick your ass!
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