Welp, yes, the little miscreant that is my beloved rescue kitty Marvin has tried to kill me again. I keep the door to my computer room (smaller bedroom) closed so the boys can’t come in and walk all over the keyboard.
So I opened it up yesterday, and Marvin cannonballed off my ankles and made me pitch forward, and hit the very corner of my computer table with my forehead. I have a nasty gash there, it will definitely leave a scar. Thank goodness for bangs. At least I won’t have to go into work tomorrow with that showing.
This really is going to be a nasty scar. I spent a few minutes wondering, ok, just how badly have I hurt myself? haha. Then I went into the bathroom, daubed the cut on my forehead (which was copiously running with blood, as face cuts do) with peroxide, and here’s little Marvin, twining around my ankles going what’s up Mom?
I love that little guy, but dayum — some days it’s dangerous to be in your own house, you know? I have a procedure which I follow — I walk out of my bedroom into the hallway and then stop — then the Boys thunder past me down the hallway.
I’m just glad I didn’t hit the corner of that computer table with my eye. A few inches to the left, and well you know.
I love these little guys. Glad they don’t really mean it. haha.
I would post a picture, but you wouldn’t want to see that. It looks a little stitchy, like a Frankenstein pic.
Happy Sunday to all.