....and apparently also the current primary threat to my continued existence. Salem is asleep somewhere, and since the dog is at the moment unavailable for playtime, I am by default filling in. I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to be able to last before Boo renders me hors de combat....
I'm wearing my maroon Arizona State T-shirt this morning, which Boo seems to have identified as an Enemy of the State. Out of nowhere, he will come flying into my lap, claws extended as he attempts to do battle with the Evil T-Shirt From Hell. The only real problem with this is that when he takes a huge bite of T-shirt, it usually involves a fair amount of skin. I feel like a 6'1" pincushion.
Hmm...I wonder if can make it from the kitchen table to the shower without getting ambushed. Doubtful, but here goes....