A tapestry of lacerations

I knew I was missing something not having a cat all these years, and now I remember what it was: Cuts. Scratches. Gashes. Perforations.

Jack is a very lively little kitten, and much of that energy seems to be expended on tearing around the house climbing, scratching and scampering down just about anything he can find (with humans proving to be ideal climbing frames and scratching posts).

And the funny things is that I don’t really mind it having a few kitty scratches. It reminds me what a nice thing it is to have fuzz therapy around again.