What was Roy complaining about?
i just got attacked by a tiger!
o.k., not A tiger. three! they came after me when i was already on the ground, defenseless, and began to bite me mostly on my head! i was trying to protect myself from any major injury, so i didn't notice that while one was clawing through my hair, and another was chewing on my elbow, the last was headed to my feet...
then the licking started.
the biggest one may only weigh 20lbs, but man, those buggers can really mess up a ponytail and tickle your toes!
i got to bottle feed them and burp them, and they sucked on my fingers while they fell asleep with their full, round bellies in the air. they like their paws massaged while they sleep. i wanted to keep them, but i've smelled the grown-up version before and i think i'll stick with my cat.


2 Comments:
That is so cool. The only thing even close to it that has happened to me is when I went to the State Fair and got attacked by some Fighting Roosters. They never calmed down for me to bottle-feed them. In fact, I lost an eye in the encounter. I would much rather have tussled with some baby tigers.
I love cats.
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