I'm sleepy, so I don't know where that other damn thread is. Fine, this is part pet, ok? Five minutes ago, as I'm shuffling from the bedroom to the back door to let Andy out to pee (tha's humane, right? ) I am blockaded by Cleo, the black cat, she of the razor sharp claws and preternaturally high sustained panic levels. I don't know what she was thinking, but she was clearly determined to
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, and my poor toesies were between her and safety. Come to think of it, I have one quite similar to this one on my trunk from the other night where she alighted, threw bloody sparks and flew away. I didn't bother to photograph that one though.
Damn, this hurts.
