last night, watching television. Brian’s already gone to bed.
I had a light fleece blanket over me, the lights were off. Cats were snugged up against me. Mickey was by my face.
Mickey sat up and looked at me. If he’d had no fur on his face, you would have seen a furrowed brow.
I sneezed again.
He slapped me! A clawless slap.
I looked at him and asked him what his problem was.
Then I sneezed another time.
And, once again, he slapped my face.
Blowing my nose got rid of the tickle, but this was one of the funniest things these guys have ever done to me.