Fergie dug her claws into my forearm last night and now I have two red puncture wounds near my wrist and one smaller one behind my ring finger, like a tiny mole. So now my arm looks like a vampire with tiny teeth bit me. So wonderful, these cats.

So E and I have been exchanging facebook messages. Brief ones exchanged between two professional adults. Haha. Professional adults. Yeah, coz I'm a child out of office hours. Anyway, I'm pretty much nonchalant about it. It's great coz I think I've finally gotten over my purely emotional reactions to the stimulus that is her. I'm darn proud of myself :)

Back to Fergie. She's been skittish these past few weeks. I don't really know why. I think Orange has been beating on her. But she's a slippery little thing so I guess Orange is just perpetually frustrated.

Jesus I haven't thought of anything in so long that I'm totally spaced out. Spaced out my brain is empty. IT'S FUCKIN WONDERFUL!