cat on my back! cat on my back!
Aug. 6th, 2002 04:38 pmStanding in the bathroom just now, I was bent over the sink to wash my face. Misty, our skinny psycho cat, decides that this would be an absolutely fabulous time to jump onto my back for some lovin'.
Misty, I might add, has not had his claws trimmed in quite some years because he is psycho, as I mentioned above. Don't try to give me tips, I know them all. They don't work with him. He was once a feral cat. Nail trimming is not in his repetoire.
Nails that aren't trimmed + psycho cat on my back = me not able to straighten up without losing a couple feet of skin and maybe even some of my tattoos.
I call out to my mother to come help me. And she thinks this is all very amusing.
YES, he just jumped up there.
Get him off me.
STOP LAUGHING!
Misty, I might add, is short for Mephistopheles.
A very apt name for this one.
Misty, I might add, has not had his claws trimmed in quite some years because he is psycho, as I mentioned above. Don't try to give me tips, I know them all. They don't work with him. He was once a feral cat. Nail trimming is not in his repetoire.
Nails that aren't trimmed + psycho cat on my back = me not able to straighten up without losing a couple feet of skin and maybe even some of my tattoos.
I call out to my mother to come help me. And she thinks this is all very amusing.
YES, he just jumped up there.
Get him off me.
STOP LAUGHING!
Misty, I might add, is short for Mephistopheles.
A very apt name for this one.
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Date: 2002-08-07 10:31 am (UTC)Several of the Siamese we had when I was wee loved doing this. They seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. Have I mentioned that Siamese are sadistic and evil little dears?
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Date: 2002-08-12 09:03 pm (UTC)Nope.
Just your average, run of the mill grey and silver Tabby.
Several of the Siamese we had when I was wee loved doing this. They seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. Have I mentioned that Siamese are sadistic and evil little dears?
I LOVE Siamese cats.
We had one, when I was growing up, named Ming. Ming the Merciless.
He was our mighty hunter who used to bring home rabbits and woodchucks
bigger than himself.