by Finney had just jumped on my lap, missed, but wouldn’t admit to failure and so he dug his claws in, wouldn’t let go and ripped the hell out of my legs. I screamed bloody murder of course, and this is Finney looking at me like, “What? What did I do?” And Buddy has strolled over to say, “Please say he has to take a pill now because of this.” (Buddy get pills all day long. Thinks it is most unfair.)
Ah yes… the oblivious yer knowing looks from below… you realize it’s all your fault and how were they supposed to know, right?? Right?? Too cute! Impossible to be upset with faces like those! 🙂
Exactly. We’re doomed.