Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Having Nothing to Do With Anything

Once many years ago when I was still young and living with my parents I was standing in the kitchen when my cat who's name was Kenny started rubbing my ankles and demanding attention. I complied with his wishes by picking him up to cuddle. Unfortunately as I had him half way lifted up my brother who was in the other room turned on the vacuum cleaner. Even more unfortunately it was summer so I was only wearing a tank top and shorts. I wound up with claw marks down my right shoulder across my chest and all the way down my left leg.

I did eventually forgive both my brother and the cat neither of whom had intended to harm me but it was several days.

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