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When I first joined BYC in late 2009, I swear I saw a recipe for "Mean Rooster & Dumplings" but now I can't find it. At the time, I thought it was a real hoot, but now I want to actually find that recipe to try it. Well, have "somebody" <*glancing in HH's direction*> prepare that specific recipe and let ME try it.
I look a little sketchy today. During the night, Smudge monopolized half of my pillow. He stretched, and - as is typical of sleepy cats - flexed his front paws. On my face. Right next to my left eye. Flex, expose claws, curl paws with wicked scimitars dragged across my face.... Oh, it was a memorable way to wake up, lemme tell ya! I 'bout thought he'd torn my eyelid.
Smudge's leisurely stretch was abruptly curtailed as I erupted upwards from supine to Flailing Amongst The Dogs And Blankets. Smudge launched himself from the bed to Get Out Of Dodge. Dooley dutifully barked at the doorway into the bedroom without knowing what was wrong. Zorro grumpily found a new position and went back to sleep while I checked my visage in the bathroom mirror.
My turning on the light triggered Carl's crowing out in the coop. Which began the Crow Fest.
I dunno if Simba was already awake or not, but I did hear him rattle his hutch on the other side of the guest room doorinto the bathroom.
The scratch is very tender. I slathered Neosporin on it, repeating the application after my morning shower a couple of hours later.
Thanks, Smudge. He hasn't a clue what he did wrong. After all, he was probably asleep when he stretched and Mom screeched like a banshee for no apparent reason, scaring everybody except Zorro out of their wits.
get him some soft paws, then he can claw all he wants.