Urgh. Boris has discovered the joy of jumping up on my desk when I'm home. He was really cute this morning, sitting on my keyboard chasing the cursor on my screen. The bad side of this is that I can't really browse and or type with a keyboardful of cat, so I usually dump him on my bed.
These days, he's flexing his kitty muscles and trying to jump on everything, which includes the back of my computer chair. That's always a tad worrisome, as he's not coordinated for beans, and I'm always afraid he's going to misjudge the jump and claw me in the back – where my freshly healing tat is located. So anyway, this morning, he tried to jump on my lap as a prelude to reach the desk. At this point, I'm just wearing my kimono as I just got out of the shower… You can see this one coming. He jumps, the fabric slips from under him, and I wind up with two huge gashes on my hip. Sexay, indeed. Bugger.