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For those who have read/listened to Jenny Lawson's "Let's Pretend This Never Happened" and have gotten to the story about being attacked by a serial killer in her sleep will know exactly what I mean when I say "I was attacked by a serial killer last night"
Only, like her, the serial killer was Fat-Ass (aka Puck the Cat) trying to jump over my head to get from one side of the pillows to the other and landed on me and scratched a roughly 3 inch scratch into my scalp at 2:48am (well that was the time when I was coherent enough to put my glasses on and look at the time). And like all scalp wounds it bled like a Mo Fo and it took me a good 20 minutes of pressure to get the thing to stop bleeding so I could contemplate going back to sleep.
Doing my hair this morning was an exercise in "ow, ow, G.D. Cat, ow, ow, ow"
Only, like her, the serial killer was Fat-Ass (aka Puck the Cat) trying to jump over my head to get from one side of the pillows to the other and landed on me and scratched a roughly 3 inch scratch into my scalp at 2:48am (well that was the time when I was coherent enough to put my glasses on and look at the time). And like all scalp wounds it bled like a Mo Fo and it took me a good 20 minutes of pressure to get the thing to stop bleeding so I could contemplate going back to sleep.
Doing my hair this morning was an exercise in "ow, ow, G.D. Cat, ow, ow, ow"
