My cat squirted on my leg this morning. Just backed right up and spritzed. My mouth actually dropped open, and I was too shocked to yell at him. I wasn't all that grossed out, but it kind of hurt my feelings. At least he had the decency to do it pre-shower.
I'm off to get my hair chopped off again. With short hair there's a fine line between sassy and matronly. I'm hoping for the former, but either would be better than the limp, formless mass I've got perched on my head right now. Ok, bye.
