So I'm laying here in the process of waking up, which occasionally involves a hand wandering beneath my pj bottoms to scratch bits that don't see sunshine much, if you catch my drift. (yeah yeah shut up you do it too. :P)
...pro-tip: it is never advisable to have a hand moving beneath fabric for any reason if there is a cat in the house. Even if you're damn sure it's in another bit of the house entirely, this does not mean it will not pop forth from a transdimensional portal in order to hunt the unseen creature tunneling beneath said fabric.
Pro-tip2: having ten or so pounds of muscle, fuzz, and claws unexpectedly land on your crotch with enough force to create craters in less resilient materials is not a fun sensation. Especially not when your last thought before this happened was something along the lines of "man I really need to get up and pee." Ow.
I will have to post yesterday's adventure in the city with Tash&Winnie soon as it was a journey with noting, but it will have to wait for when I can type it on a real keyboard. I'll leave it as we walked so damn much and my calves feel quite a but like someone repeatedly hit me with a bat until the muscle beneath turned to jello and pain. Driving home tonight after the ballet is not going to be fun.
...pro-tip: it is never advisable to have a hand moving beneath fabric for any reason if there is a cat in the house. Even if you're damn sure it's in another bit of the house entirely, this does not mean it will not pop forth from a transdimensional portal in order to hunt the unseen creature tunneling beneath said fabric.
Pro-tip2: having ten or so pounds of muscle, fuzz, and claws unexpectedly land on your crotch with enough force to create craters in less resilient materials is not a fun sensation. Especially not when your last thought before this happened was something along the lines of "man I really need to get up and pee." Ow.
I will have to post yesterday's adventure in the city with Tash&Winnie soon as it was a journey with noting, but it will have to wait for when I can type it on a real keyboard. I'll leave it as we walked so damn much and my calves feel quite a but like someone repeatedly hit me with a bat until the muscle beneath turned to jello and pain. Driving home tonight after the ballet is not going to be fun.