Doesn't he look so sweet and innocent?
Don't let that fool you. He's known as Psycho Kitty by my friends, and for a brief moment in time I forgot that.
Most of the time he hops on my lap, allows me to pet him, then descends to disappear to wherever he spends time when he's hiding from the dogs, or humans, or Darren. So today seemed like nothing new when he came to my desk and began stropping against my legs.
I should have kept an eye on the tail, though. That's usually a dead giveaway.
I don't know what I did, or who did what to him, but he decided about five seconds in that he was going to maul the shit out of me.
Hell, I even fell for the "pet my belly" trick because I was distracted thinking about my WIP. It was just like sticking my hand into, well...
Yeesh. Kitty is pissed. Maybe because I gave Precious (our elderly dog) pets first? Eh, it's not like I understand what they're thinking or anything.
Maybe I should just keep my hands on the keyboard.