Today's rant is more a warning and public service announcement.
When you roughhouse with a white cat while wearing black, your clothing won’t be black for very long.
And a cat can roughhouse for a lot a lot longer than a human. Teddy, one for the Fearless Feline Foursome, saw me kneeling in front of the stereo and figured it was time to play. He either didn't see the notebook and pen I had or he didn't care. I tried pushing him off the paper but his demand for attention would not be denied. So I wrestled with him for a while, thinking he would tire or get bored.
But no.
While he was wrestling , he also let loose with his white fur. We had to stop wrestling when his rear claws came out and scratched my arm. The doctors want me to avoid scrapes and scratches as much as possible. I tried explaining this to Teddy -- I talk to the cats -- but he kept coming at me until I had to bark "no" in a no-nonsense voice before he got the hint.
I later found him lying on my pillow, shedding hard to beat the band. His revenge was sweet but I had a sticky roller.
Score one for me.