What was that?
Why did I close the bathroom door behind us?
Oh...you know how dogs are...
it's just to keep that bad dog out.
Ha-ha...you thought it was to protect the dog?
Protect him from what?
Such a sweetie.
I swear she has your name written all over her.
She's so perfect for you.
Look...she's even smiling at you.
What's that you say?
These five bandages taped to my left hand?
I hit myself five times with a hammer...
I'm such a klutz.
Oh, come on...she's just bored.
Why would you think she was sizing you up for the kill?
Let me explain...
Just ran out of storage space, that's all.
You thought it had something to do with the kitty?
Just look at that sweet face...
I swear that little darling's falling in love with you.
A growl? Not a growl...just her quirky purring.
She already thinks she's your little sweetheart.
I still have my little kitty, although I do have the bandages on my hand from the kitty bites when she went skitzo with the pain after the shock of her ordeal began to wear off...so to preserve the rest of my limbs, she's on pain medication; although it doesn't sedate her as I had hoped.
She began hiding behind the toilet making pill popping impossible, and the need to be able to put her in the carrier on Friday when she goes in to be stitched up was giving me nothing but stress; sooooo...I eased her out of her hiding place by removing the over toilet shelving, then stacking kitty litter bags in the empty spaces and used a cardboard box to gently ease her out of her safe-from-mommy space. She finally laid on the towel I put down allowing me to pull it out with her on it and plugging up the rest of the area around the toilet with cardboard boxes, litter bags and bath towels.
She made a wobbly escape to the only safe place left...her carrier. And to think, for a while I thought I was up against an impossible quest. Sometimes it pays to keep coming up with alternatives until the right one finally pops into ones head.