I was helping Momma with our blog today. I guess I hit the wrong key because boxes came hurling out of cyberspace, all over the screen. Momma moved my head off the offending keys, and when she did that, she hit something on the table that made a scary noise, and I freaked. I dug my hind claws deep into her thigh and flew away. She said the bad "darn it" word as I jumped to safety. Now, whose fault was it I drew blood; mine or hers? I say hers, she should know better than to interrupt me when I am blogging. Just look at my picture; you can tell I am innocent.