Fuck fuck fuckity fuckfuck.

I'm bleeding from eight different spots on my right hand where Popsicle grabbed me, and he got gran yesterday. Its to early to tell but either he wasn't taught any manners as a kitten, or he was abused. Crap.

Double crap, he just marked the front of the computer as his territory. That fucker lifted his tail right in front of me! He's back outside roaming right now, I opened the door and he walked out on his own, eagerly no less.

So it looks like he's going to be spending his nights outside. If he's even willing to come back inside with the girls still hissing in his face. Its a pity its going downhill for him, he spent the afternoon curled up against my legs asleep.