having my morning coffee, reading the post, and petting Rambo on my lap, in the good old fashion undies. And along came the landscapers, starting 10 lawn mowers, 10 weed-wackers, and 10 leaf blowers. A totally new experience for the kitten and me.

After the doctor stopped laughing, and assured me I really didn't need stiches for the various places the kitten decided to gain traction on my flesh, he proceeded to apply band-aids.

So I look like I tried to climb over barb wire........ :-)

lol, i look the same when i come back from a wekk end away from home and my Lab jumps on me :-)

Frank

Ciao Dave,
Poor guy!! I am sorry to hear about your accident, but I am glad that you came through without a scratch (well, metaphorically, anyway.) That reminds me of the time I was in Subic City with this girl named Rose, and.........another time and another place.
Ciao for now
Rob

Dave, you seem to be typing with a shrill voice!
Oh, did I say that?
LOL!

Garry

I am sure that anyone stupid enough to try and give a full grown male siamese cat a bath could relate. Not that I know anyone that stupid...

Shaun "still has the scars" Keenan

ROTFLMAO! :-)

Reminds me of one hot, nasty summer when I was in the Guard. I went to two weeks AT, but was actually out for close to three because I was on advance party and hung around a few days afterward to clean and turn in equipment. My wife was home alone most of the time because the kids went to grandma's for the last couple weeks. She picked up a kitten at the pound to keep her company ...

I came home and all I wanted was a shower, a beer and to soak up some AIR CONDITIONING! I was soon clean, slightly drunk and laying spread-eagle on the bed wearing only the tighty whiteys ... the new kitten decided to join me for a nap ...

When I woke up, I started to sit up and felt 20 tiny needles begin to sink into the tender upper, inner thigh skin. I couldn't move a muscle in my lower body without the claws starting to pierce me. I couldn't reach the kitten, so I lay there and hollered for my wife. She came in a saw my predicament and started to laugh. When I started laughing, too, I ended up getting scarred pretty good before the wife pulled her out.

Funny thing is, we have four cats now and Sammy, the former thigh-peircing kitten, is now my best buddy among them. She still likes taking naps with me, but I don't allow her to lay "there."

Thats pretty funny! Send those lawn care dudes the medical bill.


But I can't believe that you told 2000 people that you sit at the computer in your undies! Thats whats really funny!

~Chip :-)

Doesn't everyone???????? LOL LMAO

At least he CLAIMS to nave had undies on! :-)

Thats a really good point, at least he doesn't sit there in the buff.

~Chip :-)

Reminds me of the time my mate couldn't get our previous cat, an 18lb Silver Tabby to get on his lap, so we sprayed his brand new Levis with catnip spray.......14stone man leapt 3 feet off the sofa......took me an hour to stop laughing!

good time haha :-)

SIKE!

Sounds like Garfield, my grossly overweight ginger tom’s antics. I, rather foolishly, used to encourage him to climb up my denim / jeans trouser leg (when I was standing, that is) for his scratch.

This until he one morning ascended my leg, whilst I was pouring the morning coffee, in my shorts this time.

The wife still gets that silly smirk when this (thanks to her) comes up in conversation.