That darn cat
My Fat Cat just tried to jump into my lap, but she overestimated her abilities -- the jump was too far -- and she missed. Instead, she landed half on the chair armrest, half on me, which means she dug her claws into the flesh of my arm to keep her balance ...
... upon which I thrust my arm to the side, throwing her off me (I'm not a pincushion), then rushing to the sink to wash my multiple claw wounds, which were bleeding profusely. I then sprinted into the living room, where the cat was cowering, and hollered at her a little bit until I felt better.
I'm going to have some scars.
Ow.
... upon which I thrust my arm to the side, throwing her off me (I'm not a pincushion), then rushing to the sink to wash my multiple claw wounds, which were bleeding profusely. I then sprinted into the living room, where the cat was cowering, and hollered at her a little bit until I felt better.
I'm going to have some scars.
Ow.