...is that he tries to jump up in your lap while you're blogging, and this is the result:
Owie. Owie owie ow owowowow.
I have cussed and poured myself a Scotch and put peroxide (bad) and Bacitracin (better) on it, and now I need to go apologize to Flashes for scaring him half to death when he was only trying to be sweet.
The bitch of it is that I was just getting rid of the other kitteh-inflicted scars and weightlifting bruises on my legs, and now this. My jammy-pants will need some help in the morning, I can already tell.