Making matters worse
Adding to the "things that suck" category, I stabbed myself on the top knuckle of my left ring finger yesterday with a knife that slipped while I was trying to take a wrapper off a rawhide bone in and effort to distract Relampago from Athena.
It seems, after four weeks of being in the house, Relampago has finally noticed we have a cat.
This wound is worse than the finger smushing incident from last year, and about on par (especially with the typing) with last year's gunshot wound.
I told Graham that he should worry. If klutziness isn't contageous, it's certainly congenital.
It seems, after four weeks of being in the house, Relampago has finally noticed we have a cat.
This wound is worse than the finger smushing incident from last year, and about on par (especially with the typing) with last year's gunshot wound.
I told Graham that he should worry. If klutziness isn't contageous, it's certainly congenital.