Last night I had a dream that involved ants crawling all over Tom, going back and forth from this hole in his skin, which I eventually figured out was a puncture wound from Kisty attacking him. And him jumping at the window in mom's bedroom, but the screen was closed so that he ended up clinging to the screen for a moment before falling. I woke up this morning and ran down to the basement to make sure that he was completely ok, and then brought him up to my bedroom (along with food and water), and kept him there until I left for Swahili.
This is insane. It isn't fair. He shouldn't have to hide in the basement or outside or in my room for fear of Kitsy trying to rip off his face. Why does she attack him and not Marcus? ><;
On a happier note, Cerri (whose name apparently has 2 R's) is the sweetest kitten ever. <3 She's taken to curling up on Mom's lap every evening while we eat dinner. And she has the loudest purr, especially given how small she it. It's adorable.
Today's moment of pride (continuation of
this):
Getting this:
From this:
Originally this:
Next up: add eyebrows, lashes, fix eye, crop / fix hair