So. Remember that Calvin and Hobbes strip where Hobbes is lying on his back, and Calvin blows a raspberry on his fur-belly, and Hobbes beats the living unholy crap out of him? Yeah. Well. Sunny was just lying on her back, stre-e-e-etching first one way, then the other, her fur-belly exposed to danger.
Yes, I did. And yes, I got the living unholy crap beaten out of me. I deserved it.
*sigh* Two good scratches on the side my face across the temple, complete with blood loss, a scant inch away from turning me into a pirate. The foreclaws across my throat didn't do nearly as much damage, which is good because otherwise my jugular vein would've been involved.
The damage was wide enough to make a Band-Aid solution unreasonable, so
rafaela very gently washed off the cuts, then very gently applies Neosporin to promote healing, and finished by not very gently dope-slapping the pudding out of me, yelling, "You idiot! What were you thinking?!" Not much of anything, apparently. (The bad part about this is that I get zero sympathy in the bargain. She just went up to the cat, pet her apologetically, and said, "Sunny, I'm sorry Daddy's such a dumbass.")
I think I need a stiff drink.
Yes, I did. And yes, I got the living unholy crap beaten out of me. I deserved it.
*sigh* Two good scratches on the side my face across the temple, complete with blood loss, a scant inch away from turning me into a pirate. The foreclaws across my throat didn't do nearly as much damage, which is good because otherwise my jugular vein would've been involved.
The damage was wide enough to make a Band-Aid solution unreasonable, so
I think I need a stiff drink.