I have been slugging in front of the computer most of the night. All of a sudden I get a real good whiff of the Dijon chicken that I made for dinner tonight. Where the hell is that coming from I'm thinking? Well Dusty was on the other side of the desk slurping, inhaling, gurgling and growling on the piece of chicken that I had put in the garbage disposal. I hadn't run the disposal because the dishwasher was on and we have some drainage issues. Anyway I went into the kitchen and I found the black rubber thingy (not the stopper) that fits in the drain to keep the food from splashing up in your face, laying on the floor. So fatty had to get up on the counter (that's bad), get in the sink (that's bad too), and then somehow pull the piece of chicken from the drain. He must have had to hook his claws into it and force it out pretty hard, hard enough for the rubber thing to come out with it. You would think I never feed that damn cat. I took his chicky away and he went off "humphing" and pouting.

He finally came back and jumped up on the desk next to me and when I bent over to pick up a pen off the floor he sank his claws into the top of my scalp!! His claws were stuck in my head like they get stuck on the carpet. So he starts shaking his leg, like they do when they are stuck, and it hurt like hell. The whole time I am trying to grab his leg to stop the pulling saying, "inappropriate Dust, not nice", like that was going to help! We finally detached, my head still hurts, he is now laying next to me snoozing with some of my hair stuck in his claws. More revenge from the Dust I guess!

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December 12, 2000