Wednesday, February 3rd 2016

This time it was the cheek.  “Kitten scratched me!” she protests, after mauling the thing herself unremittingly for several minutes.  “And he also said, ‘HHHHAAAA,'” she complains, whimpering in my lap.   (Yes that means, “Knock it off or I cut you!”)

Typical routine; waterworks, minor medical exams (kind of a scratch?), cuddles, learned lessons (maybe?), bandaids, comedy.  Expanding on her growing talent with bandaids, this time ClaraJane’s got it covered:

I can’t see!

Forgiveness -on either side- did not take long.

“I can’t stay mad at you.” …”Me neither. I love you!”