The recently passed Livingston got me in the back, despite being partially declawed. At three in the morning he wedged himself between me and D, positioned himself out of my reach, and sunk his rear claws to to the soft skin near my kidneys. D thought it might have been an accident -- that little man wanted to cuddle, and was frightened by me rolling over. Yeah, right, Livingston was frightened.
RIP Herman, and watch your back, Livingston might be lurking.
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RIP Herman, and watch your back, Livingston might be lurking.
- mark 4-23-2005 11:05 pm