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.)
7 comments:
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."
Leeann: I... am almost speechless at that one.
However, I *can* say, "Pleased to meat you!"
Spooner bites my leg sometimes, too. I can't figure it out. What is so attractive about my calf muscle?
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.
"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.
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.
Then you have to read this:
http://baetzler.de/humor/meat_beings.html
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