I had a GREAT day at work today!!

(how many of you can say THAT today? Mondays are horrible for humans, but for ME, it's GREAT!)

First, we took Pa to the bank... then we took him to the other bank. Booooooring. (even if some lady DID pet me- I love that. She said she had TWO rotties at home! yay!)

Then we had to get down to business. Pa had HIS work... and Dad had... a little emergency.

See, Friday night (Dad says 'these things always happen on a friday night...' if that's so, why aren't all the Doctors open on Saterday, like my VET is? hrmf.) ...the cats were all three in the window. You know, the WINDOW... by the Cat Tree... by the BED... which is a futon so it's way low on the ground...

You see this coming, don't you? Dad didn't. Dad was sleeping peaceably, thinking of whatever it is humans think of, when they sleep. (I think about food and puppies and stuff mostly, but I digress...)

Something SCARED the cats.

All three of them.

A stampede ensued...

...across the bed.

...across Dad and Pa...

One of them clawed the nape of poor Pa's head, and one of them clawed Dad's arm, and one of them got a claw STUCK in Dad's arm and it ripped out (hrmf. cats claws are almost detachable... only the CLAW part came off, leaving the little stumpy part to grow back. Gross!) and they tore the bedsheets... and uhm... this is the EMERGENCY part- one of them clawed the side of Dad's EYEBALL.

Ow.

So of course, he checked it, and it was cut, but the eye insides were safe, so he said he would 'wait and see'... (stupid humans. if it was MY eye, they would go to the Vet on Saturday, like would be SMART... feh.)

So. Monday. Yep. We got to go to the DOCTOR'S!!!

I love going there, because /eeeeeeeverybody/ pets me. (well, except the ACTUAL doctor, who is afeared of big dogs, so always says hello to me, but uh... she no-want-kisses. heh heh...) Everyone in the office, all the people visiting, even the people there who sell medicines or stuff to the doctors like to PET me and touch me and luuuuuuurve on me. I am a LURV magnet!

I lurve people. I need that tattoo'd on me. I do.

Oh- how is Dad? He's okay... he's a little stressed. He didn't sleep much over the weekend (probably scared of another cat stampede! hrmf.) and the doctor had to consult another doctor- he said if Dad's eye heals up in two weeks, it is OK. He has to put yucky ointment in it every four hours so it doesn't get infected, and drops in it to make it not hurt, but if it heals in two weeks with no infection, everything will be OOOoooookay!

If it doesn't?

Oh. Dad was 'Yargh!' ing and yelping and swearing it WILL heal in two weeks... cause if it doesn't? They have to sew the flap back on.

Ha ha.

Dad yelped, "Those are two words that should NOT go in the same sentrance!! SEW, and EYEBALL!!" ...and the doctor laughed, and said, "I don't want to HAVE to sew your eyeball, so there! Take care of it, and maybe I won't! If I do, I will send you to HIM to do it..." (him meaning the eyeball doctor, I guess! People have ten billion doctors... I just got one REALLY cool Vet myself. I like it that way!)

So Dad is making my entry, and then he is going to medicine-up his eyeball, and then he is going to take some pills he only takes when he is feeling REALLY freaked out, and can't sleep. ...I guess in retrospect, I would be pretty freaked out too, if someone suggested sewing MY eyeball. hrmf.

Stupid cats.

Big Bertha