Boy, That Hurts
July 21st 2010 21:00
About two weeks ago I had another Close Encounter of the Feline Kind – and it hurt. Frigging Pepe decided to crawl onto my lap and knead me. Anyone who has been kneaded by a cat knows the agonising feeling of the cat’s claws digging right into their skin. I almost yelped in pain; her claws were even longer than Gingersnap’s (another cat that likes to knead me). Come to think of it, it was even more painful than any swipe or bite that Butterscotch has given me.
Instead, I hissed. She then retracted her claws slightly. It wasn’t much but it was enough to for it to be bearable. Meanwhile, she purred in my ear as she rubbed her face against mine. OK, I forgive you kitty. Why do you have to knead me so hard? Bad cat.
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