Still alive

Though barely.

Molly was so p.o.'ed this morning (STILL) that she continually attacked my ankles, then started for my legs. This wasn't the "I'm so cute" playing that cats will do, this is the "I'm mad as heck and I'm not going to take it anymore" that cats who've decided to make a break for it will do.

She was disdainful when I get home, but agreed to eat a bite or two of dinner. I see her sulking in the living room from where I'm typing.

All fingers and toes were still attached this morning, and she didn't go so far as to use my bed as her kitty box. Yet.