Cat Scratch

I was sitting at my desk a few minutes ago, looking at the Covid-19 numbers for the day (they were bad. Very bad). Patches decided to jump up onto the desk and say hello. Her aim was a little off and one leg missed. It slipped off the desk and onto my leg. Her claws were out. She got me. No broken skin, but ouch.

The other day she got Jen on the shoulder when Jen tried to pick her up (she acts like she HATES being picked up, but she always purrs like crazy when Jen does it. I think she’s just playing hard to get and secretly loves being picked up).

We don’t have to worry about turning into some shitty 70’s rock song, do we?


#sarcasm is a given, okay?

Hypocrite

Many years ago I swore I would never turn into one of those clowns who buys Christmas presents for his pets.

Fast forward to today:

Okay so in my defense…

A. It’s not Christmas yet.

B. That perch is so cheap it’s probably going to fall off as soon as Patches looks at it.