ok, today started out pretty bad. I was laying on my back, mouth open, snoring away happily when I got tag teamed. "The boys" decided mom had slept long enough. "The Boys" consist of one bad seed Pomeranian and two cats. The cats had an ulterior motive, they wanted to be fed. The Pom was just being him. He was gently licking my eyelids with that cold nose and slobby tongue. The tongue I belatedly remembered had been happily licking the guts of a dead rodent the day before or the yellow labs private parts. I remembered that and thus set in motion the start to an awful day. I threw up my good arm and shoved the pom away, that in turn sent Stockings the fat boy off balence and falling off the bed. Stockings did the only thing he could. He sunk his claws into my good arm and hung there dangling off the bed. I'm awake for real now! I'm yelling, the spouse jumps up thinks someone has broken into the house. I'm yelling to get the cat off my arm. I can't do it with the non functioning left hand. At least I know for sure the brain hasn't finished rewiring, cause with the pain I had, if it was gonna work, it would have. So I have three nice puncture marks in my arm, now all I need is an infection that would just top it all off. Plus, Stockings is doing his best to suck up.

Pam