"Hmmmmm," Mister Laser Eyes thinks, "What should I zap next?"
"I'm going out!" I announced.
I've already got a hole where my stomach used to be, and a bionic leg where my real one used to be. I don't want to get zapped anymore.
"NO!" thundered Kamikaze, "You will stay here and feed me dried anchovies one by one as you brush my belly!"
I barely made it out of the apartment in one piece.
For more cat-bloggy fabulousness, visit this week's host site - CatSynth.Com! Oh, and visit my buddy Sher and her beautiful cat Upsie and tell her to feel better soon, if you please. And if you have a bit more time, why not drop in at Skeezix Scratching Post and read all the cat stories. The one about Smudge made me downright leaky, but I'm a softie like that.
Thanks for stopping by, but you best be moseying along, or Kamikaze's bound to zap your eye out, or your arm off - or something equally unfortunate.
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