This is the downside of life with velociraptors - you have to give a little blood every once in a while.
In defense of the raptor: she didn't mean to hurt me. I was lounging on the sofa, watching the last couple of episodes of the first season of Lost, and Willow was snoozing by my feet. I moved - not suddenly, not doing anything I haven't done a hundred times before - and startled the hell out of her. She screamed (yes, she screamed. Didn't meow or hiss, no, that was a SCREAM), flew right over me, cleared the sofa and landed on the hardwood floor on the other side.
Takes good traction to leap like that. I gather that I make a good springboard.
In defense of the raptor: she didn't mean to hurt me. I was lounging on the sofa, watching the last couple of episodes of the first season of Lost, and Willow was snoozing by my feet. I moved - not suddenly, not doing anything I haven't done a hundred times before - and startled the hell out of her. She screamed (yes, she screamed. Didn't meow or hiss, no, that was a SCREAM), flew right over me, cleared the sofa and landed on the hardwood floor on the other side.
Takes good traction to leap like that. I gather that I make a good springboard.
Wow, ow!
Posted by: Kari | Sep 04, 2006 at 06:34 PM
Yikes, that looks like it hurt! Tinker doesn't mind expressing herself with her claws periodically. I'll be petting her and she'll suddenly freak out and scratch me. Love scratches I call them.
Posted by: Jerri Ann | Sep 16, 2006 at 05:24 PM