My poor husband Mark.....Gracie almost ended back with Jan (QSL).

Poor hubby, Sunday morning at 4:00 am I hear "Gracie stop it". I of course ignore the comment because Mark has no patience when it come to the cats and sleeping. I hear again "Gracie!!!! STOP IT ....Gracie let go of me....Gracie your hurting me". Now is when I kind of take notice..."GRACIE YOUR CLAW IS STUCK *@&#*$&#(#(#&%*%^&&@*($(#*$*%*%* GRACIE **@(%*%*$(#*%*%%**"

Now keep in mind it's 4 am, I can not see because it is still dark but I sit straight up in bed and I am flailing around trying to find this little 5 lb Gracie.....well I could her with her claws (all 5 of them) stuck on her daddies face.

Her claw is stuck in his cheek. I try to remove her claw and get yelled at that I'm hurting him more.

Poor Mark gets up and goes into the bathroom. He is bleeding from the nose (Yes she managed to get her claw up his nose), on the nose, 4 spots on his right cheek and 3 spots on his neck. Seems Gracie was dreaming when Mark turned to get comfortable and startled her....she must have thought his nose was something bad because did she ever do a number on it.

So here it is 4 am and I have a big baby bleeder on my hands and a 5 lb litty sitting in the hallway looking oh so innocent.

Unfortunately now Mark knows what it feels like to get clawed as this happens to me on so many occassions.