Today started at around 3:30 a.m. when a grey kitten stomped on my face and cut my chin with a back claw. I wasn’t fully awake when I grabbed him and threw him.
I was fully awake and apologizing before he landed.
He was fine. I was bleeding and guilt ridden. And awake, so I had to take my bladder to the bathroom.
Breakfast? Oliver wanted to know.
Nope, not feeling guilty enough to reward bad behavior. Sorry.
All day I checked him all over for pain. He’s fine.
We’ve got one more night at Camp Couch and I should be over my cold and back to our normal schedule.
In the meantime, we’re giving my face a tiny bit more room.