My wench totally stressed me out a few weeks ago.

I was relaxed in my recliner on a Saturday night. Supposed to be admitted to the hospital for lengthy treatment on Monday.

She had 2 routes that she used when she sat with me or climbed for her window seat. This particular night, she chose to jump right up the side of my legs, she gouged my R lower leg. This resulted in a significant injury which now needed additional treatment during the early days of hospitalization.

That selfish bitch must have known that her favorite lap was about to disappear for a month.

This too shall puss

True neutral.

There is a perfect level of stress where you do your best cat food opening.