this totally breaks my no blogging about my cats rule

but whatevs.

so the other night harry was sleeping on my face. because thats what he likes to do. curl up on my face and try to suffocate me. its wonderful.

and at one point during the night, something in the apartment fell and made a loud noise. scaring the ever living daylights out of harry. who bolted from my face and ran to the safety of the bathtub like his life depended on it.

only problem was. i was left with a couple of crazy scratches on my cheek. battlewounds, i guess. i think they make me look kind of badass.

but if anyone asks, i'm saying i got the scratches in a barfight. for the love of ray j style.