Chester has a headache and it's all my fault. It started out innocently enough. I came back in from checking on the mail. I did the usual check for tails and such when I shut the kitchen door. Because of the high humidity here lately the door sticks and is hard to shut. Well, I managed to get it shut but noticed the lock was stuck so had to open in again to get the lock to work. When I went to shut it a gain, I felt it hit something and bounce. Then came a loud screech and Chester fell on my head, dug his feet in and ran. He had crawled up on the refrigerator and apparently stuck his head out to peek out the open door. I didn't know he could stretch far enough from the refrigerator to reach the door. It happened so fast! He wasn't there and seconds later he was. I felt awful. I hunted him up, surprised he didn't hide from me. I checked him over and rocked him, and cuddled him, and appoligized over and over, and about drowned him crying all over him. Poor boy, I cried for a half an hour. It was a site all right; me crying and getting him all soggy with blood gushing out of my head and hand where he had dug his claws in when he fell on my head. He seems fine and is milking this for all it's worth. He just has to look at me and I pick him up for a cuddle or offer a treat. Luckily, my scratches aren't too bad either. My head hurts but that's ok, I'm sure his does too. What a morning!![]()
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