Cat Scratch Fever

So, Most of you know that we've had the house up for sale for the past few months. I don't think I mentioned it on here, but we did manage to find a buyer and found a house to buy. Both very good things.

We've got about 2.5 weeks before we move out of here, and about 4.5 weeks before we move into the new place. In the interim, we've got to stay at a hotel. Sucks--I know, but it's got to be done.

Anywho, we've started packing and are getting everything organized. We've also sold off a ton of stuff on craigslist. One thing I'd not quite prepared for was Kira's reaction.

Now, Miss Kira has an aversion to moving. But I didn't think she'd turn all Joan Clawford on me.

She started on Saturday by getting a bit freaky. She screamed, she hissed, she cried, and yet... she didn't get an Emmy. By evening, she settled down and Miss Cuddle Cat again. Then...Sunday, she was a bit groggy in the a.m., so I left her alone. I did some shopping, came back, and suddenly, she was in the running for Best Dramatic Performance by a Feline. She got uglier than one of Charlize Theron's Oscar -nominated stints. She hissed, she spit, she pissed, and then...she bit the shit out of me. I don't think she's ever bit me this hard. Blood was squirting out of my hand and was all over the walls, floor...me.

Needless to say, I've got to keep an eye on Sybil for the next few weeks, but I think she'll be ok. Me, on the other hand...

P.S. the picture doesn't do my wounds justice.

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