Dec 13, 2006 11:11
Dear Ben,
You scare me sometimes.
Love,
Amanda
Yesterday morning I was brutally attacked in the face. All morning I watched as Ben climbed. He climbed on the shoe rack and shoes toppled in his wake. he climbed on the dresser and he knocked off earrings with his tail. Each time he climbed higher and made more noise, but I was happliy settled in dream land even though it was nearing 11am. Next he climbed to the window sill and sat watching the leaves and banging his tail on the blinds. Then the room went silent and in my dream I pictured him on top of my bookshelf and then BANG!@@@@@@@K@J something smashes into the side of my head and plows into my pillow. Ben, the bastard cat.
Hmm, I need a shower.