So I was sitting at the desk trying to catch up on the latest Dooce-capades and daydreaming about apple picking when the orange cat hops up and decides it is his life's dream to be petted while drooling all over my keyboard. After a few minutes of neck careening and placating pats, I finally gave him a friendly nudge on his back legs as a way of saying "dear god, please get out of the way you attention whore of a cat." He flinched, and I felt a spritz of liquid hit my forehead.
Anyone want to guess what that liquid was?
Yes, that's right, it was butt juice (technically referred to as "anal gland expression"). I have officially been butt-juiced in the face by my cat. How fitting that it happened while reading Dooce, the queen of bodily fluid stories.
