Thursday, September 22, 2005
Banshee Attack
This morning when I was dressing Emma she turned into a crazed banshee. It was out of control; she was screaming, twisting, kicking and bucking. But the worst is when she dug her claws into my arms to try to bring my arm to her mouth so she could bite it. I have scratch marks on my arm like I was attacked by a cat. Methinks Little Missy has a temper.