Sunday, August 7, 2011

cat and hand

Our dear Emmett may be increasingly frail, but this doesn't stop him menacing us in the mornings.   With deliberately aimed teeth,   This means that we have to take refuge under - completely under - the sheets.   But when I got up, today, I found that Alice had left a part of herself dangerously exposed - and the assault, if imminent, hadn't yet taken place.   All the same, it does look as though he's managed to catch the hand, rather like a catnip-filled skin-colored kitty toy.

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