Remember how just a few entries ago I laid out how much it was going to cost to get my cats shipped over to the UK? And I said that it was completely worth it, even though it's costing as much to send them as it is to send me and all of the rest of my stuff combined? And I love them anyway, and wouldn't want to move without them?

Yeah, I think the fat shy one may have talked herself out of her ticket.

The guy cleaning the carpet who is the one that freaked her out in the first place? He's fine. She wouldn't go near him. It's just the person that feeds you and cares for you that you attack when freaked out I guess. The scratch coming out from the corner of my mouth is particularly attractive, I think. My arms are also a bit torn up, but not nearly as impressively.

So, what story should I tell about this when I go to work on Monday? Or when I get home to DC for that matter, because with as slowly as I heal and as much as cat scratches like to stick around, I may just have these until I leave the country.

Stupid cats.