So there I was.
sitting on the couch, enjoying a snuggle with MissC, who has been very affectionate lately.
Then Sophie wandered through
completely innocent of any evil intent
There was no hissing or spitting of any kind that I could hear.
Any negative aspersions being cast on MissC's anticedents were well beyond the range of my pitiful human hearing... but she must've felt threatened in some way
- and she has this 'interesting' habit of blaming whoever is closest -
so the next thing I knew, I had three holes in my right ring finger.
Not a lot of blood.
Antiseptic was speedily applied.
I thought I'd gotten away with it... but nooooooooooooooooo
we all know about cat bites, don't we??
So there may not be a lot of knitting tonight.
I have an ouchie [ or as they are known in our house thanks to Italian MIL - booba ]
I need ice cream
or possibly Baileys
shame I don't have either of them in the house