When you are playing games on your tablet in bed and petting the cat with one hand and they decide you are not playing them enough attention, so they sit on your face.
I hope you appreciate I could have gone all Mrs Slocombe with my title, but didnt.
You are lucky. When Jazz decides that he isn't getting sufficient attention he spikes me. And as I type I have yet another pair of trousers with blood stains to remove.
ReplyDeleteI cant help but think, 'what would they do if they had fingers', and am grateful.
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