This is the Green Finger of Death
I have a Streptococcus infection in my finger. I had no idea a finger could ever be this painful, unless, you know, it was poking you in the eye or something. Holy crow!
When I told Tweed he was all “Say WHAT my brutha?“
It’s nice to know he was concerned.
When I told my mother, she said “ZOMG! You have Flesh Eating Disease!“
I have no photos of my mother at my immediate disposal, so I’ll have to settle for this animated gif that is a reasonable facsimile of her:
Mr. Woo was pretty concerned about all the *whining* I’ve been doing about my finger. I think he may have offered to share his weed with me to ease the pain. What do you think?
And Sport. Sport said, “Ha ha. I may have a tape worm, but your finger is going to fall off. Ha ha ha.” Ungrateful old goat!
*sigh* It really is gross, and weird. And painful! It’s just been one of those weeks. I mean, aside from Green Sausage Finger, I also stepped out of the shower and straight into dead bird the other morning, courtesy of my little sociopath, Donut, whom my cat-savvy friends tell me was just expressing her love for me, and concern for my dietary needs.
I didn’t touch the bird with my finger! That’s not how I got flesh eating disease. But with the way this week is going, I can assume the bird foot will probably fall off as well.
Nutz reflects on her latest kill.
Between her and Mr. Woo’s stellar hunting skills, as god as my witness, I shall never go hungry again! If I want to eat finch and squirrel that is.
Speaking of birds, I checked in with the baby gulls on the roof next door. They have become monsters. They are almost real birds, and will probably fly away any day now.
As for Piper, she just out and out made fun of me, which is just mean. She was all “Oh look at my face! I’m covered in flesh eating disease too! Ha ha!”
I did manage one beach-trip-with-camera this week, and the Green Finger of Death came in kinda handy. If you point it at Tweed, he can fly.
And Wootie can breakdance.
And Piper can turn into a frisbeeface.
And Sport can give me the Blank Stare of Dementia
Tomorrow we have an agility trial. Perhaps the Green Finger of Death can also bring us six Qs. Wouldn’t that be a treat?
ha ha ha.
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