Of Killer Trees, and Pets who Don't Give a Shit.
Okay so. Somehow, I managed to slice my arm open--and not notice till Idon'tevenknow how much later---whilst piling firewood. And there are splinters in it. Erm, in the gash...
I mean...seriously. Wtf.
Also. I have now discovered that if I grab my cat and tip him completely upside-down (as in, my arms wrapped around his middle, and his front end hanging to the ground)----he doesn't care. Like, at all.
Ffff, I love my cat. He lets me do practically anything to him, and takes it in stride. xD
Except brushing. Never. Again;;; Bl
I mean...seriously. Wtf.
Also. I have now discovered that if I grab my cat and tip him completely upside-down (as in, my arms wrapped around his middle, and his front end hanging to the ground)----he doesn't care. Like, at all.
Ffff, I love my cat. He lets me do practically anything to him, and takes it in stride. xD
Except brushing. Never. Again;;; Bl