Fingers not cooperating.

[kyburg]

Too tired. Really. Tired.

Full day, trip up and back to Downtown for naught...and when I caught the Brat meandering up and down the kitchen counters to fetch the kitty treats (bag and all) when we'd already given her a share...and she wanted MORE, FU very much...in taking the said glory bag, I got clawed.

Kibo...got flying lessons...in trade.

Suffice it to say, the treats are now out of sight, mind and SMELL. Brat.

(Guys, these are the hairball control variety. I think you'd agree the smallest member of the family does NOT need the lion's share of them, neh?)

Fall down, try to convince myself I've had a good day and try to get some rest.

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[dame-of-dames.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I hope you put the neosporin on and plenty of band-aids.

That's one thing I'm glad neither of my cats do on a regular basis, jump on the counter...

Not that I haven't found the kittygirl on it once or twice a year, and she does jump to other things. But they've never been really interested in what's up there.

As to their food, I keep that on top of the fridge in the airtight gallon plastic containers.

Mind you, when I fill those up, it sometimes hurts to feed the cats, those things are so damn heavy. A couple of times, I KNOW I strained muscles, bringing them down from the fridge...

[kyburg.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd had the presence of mind to snap a photo before going OH SHIT NO and reacting.

Commando kitty swipes ALL the treats, film at eleven. Bag is as big as she is.