I don’t think Chaplin was happy with me leaving him alone for two days. The evidence:
1. Kitty puked in a couple of strategic places that were not immediately obvious upon my return home. That was fun when I finally found it.
2. Kitty, after curling up on my chest for a while to lull me in to a false sense of complacency, woke up and then bit my face so badly that I’m now wearing two band-aids.
To add insult to injury, he also managed to bite me right where I had hit myself in the head with a phone reciever about a day earlier (shut up, it was a lot lighter than I thought it was by looking at it).
Little bastard. Anybody know any good way to stop a cat from using his owner as a chew toy?