my cat beat me up

no seriously.

I tend to pass out around 9 most nights on the couch and snooze while
James is finishing up whatever he's doing...so (no shit) there I was

sleeping peacefully when I vaguely hear a thundering noise then
suddenly feel two hard punches to my eyes.

Mr. Teatime chased Miss ninny right over my face. I felt like I'd been
punched--hey 11 pounds of cat at liftoff velocity is nothing to sneeze
at. And I have been punched in the face a few times so I know what it
feels like. A bit later I put my hand up to my face (after I stopped
crying--it hurt that much) and came away with blood on it. It's lucky
we clipped her claws. One millimeter or less closer and BOTH my eyes
would have been stabbed.


I knew she loved James better than me, but I didn't think she'd try to
kill me.

by the way

found out last night at the vet's that Mr. Teatime is a whopping four pounds. He's a little over three months old and every time he's gone to the vet he's doubled his weight.

yep, that's what I do...stay home and put the pounds on the cat. Bwa ha ha