I realized today when I got out of the shower the toll living in a small space with 6 cats has taken on my once flawless skin. No, not because of allergies but because of claws and the I-don't-give-a-damn-where-I-jump attitude they have.
I'm bruised and abraded from being run over.
See Dandy up there in that pic? He looks quite satisfied with himself. This was shortly after he launched himself from the attic onto my stomach (which looks just as bad as my legs)
Ahh well, the price I pay to keep my fuzzy family with me is all worth it. I wouldn't trade them for anything.