My night in (5) pictures.
1) This is Elle. She's our 5 month old bag of curious energy. Lithe. Stealthy. A hunter.
2) This is a human ankle. A moving ankle is catnip on a stick to Elle.
3) This is our office, shared by me, my husband, and Elle.
4) This is the corner of the glass desk-top that I walked by last night in the dark to plug in my cell phone. I fell into it when Elle pounced on my ankles in the dark.
5) This is my jaw today. My ribs, shoulder and knee are bruised as well.
The moral or my story? Turn the light on. Watch for the sneaky cat.
Or, in Quittish, beware the triggers that pounce when you least expect them.
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