Tuesday night I leaped off of Mommy
like a great big oaf and left a HUGE *ahem* "mark" on her right chesticle, dead center. Right through her shirt. With bluds!
She had to put a band-aid (British = plaster) on it--SCORE.
I bet I'm gonna get my talons whacked, but kitties, it was so totally worth it after her callous abandonment of
me us last week.
XX Rupert XX