I went home for lunch this afternoon. I could have eaten at the office, but I required a 20 minute nap to bolster my reserves and my couch fits the bill.
Luke and Taz had remained in the house when I left for work earlier in the day, so I had to let them out to do their dogly business. The second I opened the back door, Luke absquatulated like a rocket and I soon found out why: he had seen Morrissey lurking about and when Morrissey ran, Luke pinned him and was slinging him around like a Japanese scarf.
I rushed over to free the poor kitty and he scratched my hand in the midst of the kerfuffel. I am sure it was inadverdent.
Nonetheless, I now have a case of cat scratch fever that would make Mr. Nugent proud.
