This is how it went down.
|The face of innocence?|
The sun was starting to peek over the horizon and a warm glow was filling our room through the window. I don’t know why my eyes opened as I lay curled, facing him. It was much too early for anyone to really be awake. Maybe I could feel that something was coming. Somehow, a part of me knew.
After all, it was only a matter of time…
a furry shape with wide, crazed eyes, flew up over my husband’s head. No, not over. Directly on top of his bald head, not making it over. Not making it quite on top either, for that matter. As soon as he clumsily landed, he slid backward off the bed, embedding his nails into the poor man’s skull while hanging off the side! Grabbing at paws, my hubby screamed, but refrained from yanking the claws out in fear of ripping his skin right off. I grabbed Rascal’s claws from his grip and gently detached them from his face.
There was bloodshed that early morning and I can only hope that now the cats feel they are even, so it won’t happen again. I’m sure Rocco was the mastermind behind Rascal’s foolish attempt at decapitation. Not sure that is exactly the way to convince Daddy never to leave again.