Dear diary,
I decided that today is an awesome day to formally introduce the animals in house to each other.
Mainly Trixie and mama (since bunny eccentrically has no love for new and exciting stuff, I usually leave him be)
The introduction went pretty well!
Here I am, sitting between the meow and the woof like a chaperone, while they go on with their conversations.
Pleased!
However the babies are an entirely new story to tell!
Their duel reaction was dramatically painful.
All the fur raising and spitting drama
I was shredded up barely 2 minutes of introducing them. :/
Legend of the scaredy meow-verines .
This picture looked like a mini spoof for wolverine from xmen.
It doesn't look too bad until it's bath time, then cat scratches distinguishes itself between scratches of everything else.
Muahahaha *evil laughter*
Whichever case, scratches are scratches.
My previous one was from Blackie the clumsy cutie.
I was perched on the edge of the sofa, and he typically wanted to sit on my lap.
Jumped up the sofa, lost his footing as he stepped onto my thighs, and went down with his claws attempting to cling on to me.
Ouch?
This was taken the day after.
I'm like a seasoned scratching post.
I was selecting pajamas for the mother and taking pictures of the short listed items through whatsapp, and her first reply to me was
"What happened to your leg"
Nothing escapes her eyes when I was a kid. :(
But that's just mom.
That's also why when you feel like being defiant, just spend a day out with the mother without ironing my outfit, the creases all 360 degrees is enough to drive her nuts.
Mademoiselle mommy is super detailed, bordering on the point of OCD!
Aesthetics means so much to her, it sort of counter explains why I always need to dress up "dress up" whenever I leave home.
Therefore, I'm not vain.
It's just that I've been programmed and overly emphasized by the mother that she won't love me/ I will have no friends, if I leave the house looking frumpy and never iron my clothes, since the start of time.
Hurhurhur.
I am how poor thing ;(
Jokes aside,
I shall end the post of the 3 charged with accidental scratching.
Suspect A
Suspect B
Suspect C
In conclusion, despite my love for all animals,
I think dogs are safer than cats for me.
Guinea pigs are my top choice, followed by dogs.
Trixie only leave tiny dotted bruises on me whenever she propels herself off me in her excitement declaration of "I love you" by placing the front of her paws on me.
Cats are scratch hazardous.
Bunny hates being affectionate, so long as I don't attempt to cuddle him, I'm absolutely safe.
Claw tips looks very tempting.
And silly!
