Thursday, July 16, 2009

Meat. Me.

That's not a typo.
That's exactly the way the title came to me in a dream last night.

"Meat. Me."

Spelled just like that. With extra punctuation.

Then, I woke up to the cat gnawing on my leg.
Which, after what happened earlier this week, I totally accepted.

(Honestly, people. I can't *make* this stuff up.)


leeann said...

My dream-with-a-tag-line for the century was "I am a Stellar Sea Cow. I am a Stellar Sea Cow. I am a Stellar Sea Cow."

Roses said...

Leeann: I... am almost speechless at that one.
However, I *can* say, "Pleased to meat you!"

Arwen said...

Spooner bites my leg sometimes, too. I can't figure it out. What is so attractive about my calf muscle?

The Gray Monk said...

It's a cat thing - it's a way of showing they love you. Their legs are very important to them so to bite someone gently on the leg is a way of showing you care - if you're a cat of course! My old lady does it to me regularly, just walks up and nips my Achilles tendon gently. Usually with a loud purr going.

Miss Em said...

"Hey You" prefers to use her claws at 03dark(3A) as she is kneeding the back-side of my body in order for me to scoot over so she can have more bed. DAMN. CAT.

Roses said...

Gray Monk: Oh, I get the nice little nips in the back of my leg all the time.
But, in the middle of the night, the cat turns into a blood-thirsty werewolf. And he doesn't let go until I kick him off the bed.
Then he whines all the way down the hall and pouts till morning.

Harvey said...

Then you have to read this: