My cat just decided to shred my legs into a bloody mess.
I think it's his way of saying, "Thanks for spending all that money on my surgery and staying up all night for two weeks making sure I was okay."
I took some pictures, but I won't post them, because
A) They're nasty looking
and
B) They look a little like I self-mutilated. . . which, I'm proud to say, I didn't.
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Yeah, sure, Carli. Just go ahead and blame the freakin' cat. Just when he's all disabled and can't speak up (meow up?) for himself.
Last year when I screwed up my ankle I had pictures galore on here. Same thing when I had poison ivy. Get that camera going, Carli dear. :-)
Michele sent me over to carp.
I smashed my big toe a month or so ago. Posted the photo and people loved it. They also said don't post any more please.
Michele sent me.
I'm with you. I've got a ton of scars I'd just rather keep to myself.
Michele sent me,
mike
I can SO relate. My abdomen is one huge map of cat scratches, and my left shoulder, the one where the cat rests when I pick him up, is a virtual pin cushion. My doctor even commented on it. Cats are so freaking weird.
Here via Michele
Boy that entry sure brought out the "Tom Sawyer's friends" in everyone. Ugh.
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