My kittens used to take chunks out of my shoulders, legs and shirts, so dont worry about it, thats what they do. They dont anymore (because we got them declawed in the front), but they were on the verge of destroying our couches when they did. And about learning from past mistakes, I never seem to do, so don't worry about it, it will sort itself out in time.
My parents wanted to, mainly because they are indoor cats, they would spend all their scratching on our expensive couches and our arms, so we got it done. They dont seem to care really...
my cat (george, the one on sedatives) mauled my uncle's hand at christmas dinner...so...uhm...it's not just you? i really don't know where i was going with that story. i just don't like my uncle and find joy in retelling the tale of my pet biting him. mid-comment p.s. (which really makes it not a p.s. at all, but i'll just ignore that fact): my mom says hi.i think the real point here is that it is quite clear that, come hannukah dinnah, i'm stealing you away from the masses (or...our parents...plus bob...plus victoria and her parents...plus calum...) because i don't know what's going on in the situation which is alluded to above. so, here's the plan: you and i (and maybe the kittens) will run downstairs awkwardly but nobody will say anything because i'm the one making the rules in this plan. beforehand, i'll learn how to make cosmopolitans and then i'll magically gain the ability to mix them in your basement, which will mysteriously hold all the ingredients and tools required for their creation. then we will turn on "sex & the city" (
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haha. molly only mauled my hand because i was feeding her a piece of turkey and she doesn't know her own power. reallly. all of the above will happen for sure. for suuure. i'm excited. but now i have to go slave aaway at bltns so i will see your sweet ass wednesday. <3.
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mid-comment p.s. (which really makes it not a p.s. at all, but i'll just ignore that fact): my mom says hi.i think the real point here is that it is quite clear that, come hannukah dinnah, i'm stealing you away from the masses (or...our parents...plus bob...plus victoria and her parents...plus calum...) because i don't know what's going on in the situation which is alluded to above. so, here's the plan: you and i (and maybe the kittens) will run downstairs awkwardly but nobody will say anything because i'm the one making the rules in this plan. beforehand, i'll learn how to make cosmopolitans and then i'll magically gain the ability to mix them in your basement, which will mysteriously hold all the ingredients and tools required for their creation. then we will turn on "sex & the city" ( ( ... )
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