I wouldn't let the mom photograph it
and she tried all different angles trying to get a good shot of my eye.
Thank Cod she doesn't work as a photographer, or we'd all starve!
I bopped myself in the eye. That's all I'll say.
See how little my chin is?
I don't have any whisker humps either.
See yesterday's post.
I have an overbite too!
(Have I distracted you?)
So, it was into the PTU for me.
Shoot! I recognize this road.
Uh oh, there's Yeager's Farm.
The cows must be in another pasture.
Maybe if I sing loud enough, the mom will forget where she's going.
At this point I am protesting as loud as I can!
Wasn't my eye bad enough?
I have to go through this too!
Please have mercy!
The Vet spilled the beans! He said I had blunt force trauma to my cornea, but there is no scratch. He thinks I ran into something when I was playing. That makes me sound so clumsy! I'm a cat! And graceful, with lightening reflexes.
Then the mom starts in on HER theories! She starts telling a story about how she was walking upstairs while I was walking on the upstairs banister when I fell off onto her head. And she makes some smart *$$ comment about it raining cats. Please, shoot me now! So she thinks I could have fallen. Just for telling that story, I won't tell her what happened. Let it be another one of those "While I was at work" mysteries!
She is glad there wasn't any more damage than I had, and that I didn't pop my eye out of its socket. Actually, I'm glad of that too!
I'll just hide for the time being...