A small town girl living in the city full of crazy people. But then, who is normal anyway. I love books, skateboarding, ballet, loud music, hanging out with my nieces and nephew, shopping, and cats Bilbo and Misty. (ferrets Faramir-RIP, Eowyn-RIP, Arwyn-MIA, Luthien-RIP, Beren-MIA, Boromir-RIP/cats Precious-RIP and Frodo-RIP).
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Monday, June 25, 2007
Cat scratch fever
I was carrying Precious inside cause he didn't want to come in and as I walk in there is a vaccuum cleaner running from the other staircase. Precious freaks scratching my face and arm. Next I know blood is dripping down my lip and I try to catch it with my hand. Frodo and Precious won't come upstairs. I grab a paper towel and hold it crying for the damn cats to get up here. Can't exactly pick them up now. Precious comes up and I run out of room on the towel. I wash the blood off my hands and get another paper towel. I wiggle the fishing pole calling Frodo to come up. After a minute of staring at me, he comes up. I look in a mirror and see a big scratch above lip where the blood was coming out, a small cut just inside my bottom lip, and then 2 scratches on my cheek that were less gushing. When it finally stops, I rub out the stains on the hallway carpet, bathroom floor, counter and wall by the paper towels, and the sink. Then I rubbed off the blood stains off the fishing pole, my legs, and my shoes. Is your day adventurous as mine? Post later.Bye!
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