This morning I was snoozing peacefully when Pounce! decided it was time to stretch out on top of me and begin her morning ritual of pressing her paws, claws extended, into my neck. She began with this dastardly habit a couple of weeks ago and if I don't wake up straight away I go into work sporting a fine collection of little red scratch marks.
"Oooh, you've got a bit of a rash."
"Er...um...no it's, er, the cat."
"Oh."
This morning she started in but I woke up fast enough to put my hand up for protection. I already have old lady's hands, according to Grumpy, so what's a little more damage? I had a meeting first thing and I couldn't front up to a mob of strangers with the bloody remainders of a good clawing all over me. Not the day after Valentine's Day.
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The cat's claws are going feral at the moment. Soon there'll be a nice foam lounge chair where our leather one once sat.
Thanks for de-lurking, GoofyJ.
I love it! (you're right, maybe not how you want to present yourself the day after Valentine's... or is it???)
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