something's way up... I was just woken up by definite cat fight noises: growls, hissing, high picth squeals; and sounds of escaping bystanders: whisping of air, clacking of scared clawed paws...
and one that went directly over (and into) my face. I screamed bloody murder! Not only because I was clearly wounded by tiny little claw not-so-caressing my face, but also a bit in hopes that might scare the bejeezus out of the two into trying anything again.
My face immediately began to just pour blood, so I now have a shnazzy band-aid just below my eye! Poor little Pacey is a petrified little kitty, back into the cervices of the bookcase & desk...
I really think that Dreama, more than anything, is worried about Teenie and trying to work her way back to her to say, "hey, 'it's all good!'"
But something triggered her hugely and she's having no part of it!?
I don't know... I'm at a loss, and believe you me, first thing in the actual morning time, Miss Lynn (our own personal vet-lady) is getting an inquiry call.
*sparkly princess excuses self for second attempt at rest*
