Kat is in France vacationing with her sister so Jill and I are the replacement caretakers of Swiffer the cat. Without Kat, Swiffer seems to have become lonely and more irritable. Case and point: as Swiffer rested on my bed I reached over her to grab my credit card statement. This apparently was not acceptable to her and she mauled my arm in a flash of drunken punk rock rage.
I retaliated the only way I could without resorting to physical violence: I dripped water on her head and she flipped out and ran away.
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