The other white meat
Bottlecap pushed me down the stairs Friday evening. My tailbone took the brunt of the initial impact though my back hit every tread during my progress down the remaining stairs.
I think he's decided he wants The Thing all to himself again and is plotting my demise in order to eliminate me from the equation (ie. make more room on the bed).
The normally lazy-ass cat has been following me around for the last three days now just waiting to pounce again. Fucker.
See? There he is, staring at me again.
Help....
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 8:36 AM
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Run! Hell hath no fury like a cat betrayed!
My cat recently took up the habit of leaving a little present right at the front door. You know the kind that leaves a big smear and bigger smell when the door opens inward?
At first I thought he was pissed about something, but then we finally decided that he's having trouble pooping and can't stand in his litter box for 20 minutes waiting. Higher fiber seems to have helped so far, although I'm not holding out hope that he won't try to leave a present on my pillow at some future date.
When husband first moved in my fur baby Kady tried to kill me on a regular basis. I still think she wish she had succeeded.
How's that tail bone?
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