at their mercy

This pretty much happens to me every morning. For some reason, our cats always pick on me and leave Todd alone. I think they know I'm a big sucker who has trouble saying no. As a result, I often look like someone's taken a scalpel to me.

Last night was especially awesome. Mari was sleeping next to me, all curled up in the crook of my arm. It was adorable and comfortable until she suddenly jumped up and out of the bed -- and in doing so, totally clawed up my right arm.

Cats. And still we love them.

(Thoughts go out to Christina who lost her Jemma kitty yesterday.)