I’m afraid that Brian will come home and find me on the floor, head broken open and all of my blood surrounding me.
That damned cat is doing whatever he can to make me trip and fall. The other night I was walking into the kitchen to get dinner dished up and he walked between my feet, I had to put my hand out to keep me from falling and hurting the both of us and reached out to the closest thing, which happened to be the oven door. Yeoouch! I’ve got a blister on the palm of my hand.
This morning I wanted to get a pill for Marco (we think he has a bladder infection) and I ended up carrying Ollie so I could walk without fear of dying.
Cats. Gotta love ‘em.
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