Aviation

Last night was the closest I’ve been to murder in quite a while. And it all comes down to bloody animals. (Again)

As it was, I was completely knackered, and for once just wanted to sleep. So, of course, Psycho Cat decided to sleep on the bed too, right against my legs. First of all, he was using his special “heavier than lead” talent to make sure I couldn’t move the little shit, let alone try to get my legs back under the covers once they got chilly during the night. And then when I tried moving him again, the fucker stuck all his claws into my calf – just a warning, to say “Oi, I’m here” , like I didn’t know already.

Anyway, when that happens, the cat gets a flying lesson. Nothing hard, but he still comes off the bed at speed. Thing is, he doesn’t learn.

Overall, the little bastard had four flying lessons last night before sodding off and sleeping in the chair. And my calf muscle looks like it’s been attacked by a cactus…