I have a rescued ginger tom, had him for about 5 years now, he likes to lay around the garden on his back looking at the sky ... if you are around he will call hi, and then you feel like rubbing his exposed tummy ... so you do. Then your world changes as he slips into destroy mode and his four multi-taloned feet things grasp your appendage, leaving little stingy spots of your life juice marking his joy and happiness on your arm, hand and wrist. Guess I should be thankful he is not of the size on the stripy darling shown above. But really it is my fault, I know the consequences but still enter the danger zone without hesitation, every time.
I have a rescued ginger tom, had him for about 5 years now, he likes to lay around the garden on his back looking at the sky ... if you are around he will call hi, and then you feel like rubbing his exposed tummy ... so you do.
ReplyDeleteThen your world changes as he slips into destroy mode and his four multi-taloned feet things grasp your appendage, leaving little stingy spots of your life juice marking his joy and happiness on your arm, hand and wrist.
Guess I should be thankful he is not of the size on the stripy darling shown above.
But really it is my fault, I know the consequences but still enter the danger zone without hesitation, every time.