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The kitten-naming saga continues...
Jul. 11th, 2007 06:46 pmI'm leaning toward calling him Stewie.
Because the little fucker keeps trying to kill me in my sleep! There are few ways more unpleasant to be woken up than by roughly a dozen sharp pointy things all simultaneously sinking into one's feet.
Of course, if this were winter, I'd be under my nice thick winter comforter, and the worst I'd notice would be the *THUD* of a kitten landing on my toes. But since it's summer, and it's been somewhere around 900 degrees hotter than the surface of the sun the last few days, I've been sleeping blanketless, i.e. defenseless.
Because the little fucker keeps trying to kill me in my sleep! There are few ways more unpleasant to be woken up than by roughly a dozen sharp pointy things all simultaneously sinking into one's feet.
Of course, if this were winter, I'd be under my nice thick winter comforter, and the worst I'd notice would be the *THUD* of a kitten landing on my toes. But since it's summer, and it's been somewhere around 900 degrees hotter than the surface of the sun the last few days, I've been sleeping blanketless, i.e. defenseless.
