A tartlet's adventures in the kitchen, dodging an overenthusiastic kitten, an overly tall man who thinks he's funny, and the ever present dust bunnies. Somehow, the food gets cooked.
February 2, 2008 in Pi | Tags: Pi
Viscious little cuss, and HE taught her to do it! Which is why that’s his hand, and why at this rate we’ll be buying stock in rubbing alcohol.
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February 2, 2008 at 6:25 pm
Pi says, “Daddy’s hand! Yum!”
D says, “Ow-ow-ow-ow-oW-oW-OW-OW-OW!” (note the first tender touch from Pi’s loving embrace on my wrist)
February 3, 2008 at 12:50 am
It must just be something about men. My husband does the same thing with our cat. Not being a fan of pain, I don’t get it.
February 4, 2008 at 1:36 am
Actually, my cow does that too. But she doesn’t bite down hard. Pretends to nip. I call them kitty hugs and kisses. She does it when she wants to play around. Before she’d used her claws and I was all scratched up. Thankfully she grew out of that stage!
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