Rannie tha cat -- who has been being quite a pill this morning, including trying to bite my bare leg twice -- was finally good enough for long enough that I could give her a little dish of olive oil without rewarding bad behavior. Shortly after, I stepped over her on my way out of the kitchen, and she dodged -- right under my descending foot!
I stepped elsewhere, Rannie called me A Very Bad Name (RrrrrraitMmmmeanie!), and disaster was averted. But it's a darned good reason to not pick up one's feet.
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