So the Nooge has an equally annoying and sweet habit of "making biscuits" on any part of my soft and cushy body that he can.
It's very sweet, because it means that he was probably weened too soon, and that he recognizes me as his "mama", so that part is comforting.
The other part is...it hurts like hell because his claws are sharp as fuck, as he is wont to keep them.
Well, tonight he was a little too enthusiastic about his contentment and when he dug in particularly hard, my natural reflex was to smack him away and yell...as one would an annoying and unexpected insect that was causing extreme pain.
And his little face at that reaction when he leapt from my lap and turned back to stare at me with big Puss'n Boots eyes.
And of course I burst into hysterical tears. Because I am PMS-ing, (I think, maybe, who knows), and because I'm equally annoyed with everything in my life.
My job, where every time you turn around, there's another vaguely threatening email about how you will get fired if you step out of line in anyway; my home life, where I have no energy to clean, so my Virgo side is freaking the fuck out about the dustbunnies and floors that need vacuuming, and the eating of craptacular food because we're saving up for another car.
Incidentally, the Rottenator and I did go to PF Changs the other day, which has been our "go-to-mid-range-not-exactly-authentic-but-always-delicious-Asian-restaurant" and they had updated their menu...which included no-more Wok-Seared lamb, which devastated the Rottenator, and they'd added "Shaking Beef"...which made me violently nauseous at least three times during "Jurassic Park 3-D in Imax". Highly disappointing for our one and only date-night in quite a few months.
Just another thing to mark on the list of things that are irritating the fuck out of me in my life.
My Mood(ring) Tones of the Day:
Incidentally, did you know that the Violent Femmes did a cover of this song? Me either!
Which brings me to this:
It's very sweet, because it means that he was probably weened too soon, and that he recognizes me as his "mama", so that part is comforting.
The other part is...it hurts like hell because his claws are sharp as fuck, as he is wont to keep them.
Well, tonight he was a little too enthusiastic about his contentment and when he dug in particularly hard, my natural reflex was to smack him away and yell...as one would an annoying and unexpected insect that was causing extreme pain.
And his little face at that reaction when he leapt from my lap and turned back to stare at me with big Puss'n Boots eyes.
And of course I burst into hysterical tears. Because I am PMS-ing, (I think, maybe, who knows), and because I'm equally annoyed with everything in my life.
My job, where every time you turn around, there's another vaguely threatening email about how you will get fired if you step out of line in anyway; my home life, where I have no energy to clean, so my Virgo side is freaking the fuck out about the dustbunnies and floors that need vacuuming, and the eating of craptacular food because we're saving up for another car.
Incidentally, the Rottenator and I did go to PF Changs the other day, which has been our "go-to-mid-range-not-exactly-authentic-but-always-delicious-Asian-restaurant" and they had updated their menu...which included no-more Wok-Seared lamb, which devastated the Rottenator, and they'd added "Shaking Beef"...which made me violently nauseous at least three times during "Jurassic Park 3-D in Imax". Highly disappointing for our one and only date-night in quite a few months.
Just another thing to mark on the list of things that are irritating the fuck out of me in my life.
Get a pair of the big toe nail clippers. Lift kitty up to the bathroom sink and give him a firm hug. One paw at a time (obviously!) Just take off the end. You can see the quick so stay away. Norbert hates when I do his claws but he does let me. Better for all concerned and best to start when he is young. If he really protest, wrap him in a towel and get help. :-)
ReplyDeleteI had no idea they covered that - fantastic! I am sorry. My Virgo self totally understands.
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