Have a Bite of This

"Ouch!"

Justin hobbled into his room to examine his newly acquired wound.

"Did he get you?" I asked, referring to the twenty pound cat who had just acquired part of Justin.

"Yeah, he scratched me."

"He got Logan earlier," I said.

Indeed, Logan too, had passed the cat's food dish without daring to fill it and had paid the price.  Despite all evidence to the contrary, this animal feels as though he is in a perpetual state of hunger-nay, starvation.  Beware all those who do not heed the yowl.

"One.  That hurt," Justin continued.  "Two.  It scared me."

I believe the cat was hiding under the baker's rack and leapt out in order to catch his victim unaware.  Well, I say leapt, but I think a more appropriate description would be oozed.  After all, does blubber really leap?

 "Why did he do that?" Justin asked, continuing to examine his lesion.

"He's just really, really hungry," I replied, not even stopping to believe the words as I spoke them.

"Well, I'd like to feed him with a baseball bat," Justin retorted.

Here kitty, kitty.

- 13 May 2012