I have written about him before; Dublin just appears out of nowhere sometimes. He doesn't have to be in a room, and I'll turn around and he's just sitting there, staring at you.
Well for the past three days, Dublin decides it's playtime when I can be sleeping in. He comes into my room and finds ANYTHING he can play with, including my mom's camera, and knocks everything on the floor.
This morning when I tried to carry him out of my room, he decided it was a good time to jump from my arms. Now when a cat jumps, claws are out. Meaning I have a LOVELY scratch on me. Right after Dublin retreats from the room, I went down in a half sleeping state to double check that I was not bleeding profusely. Luckily, that was not the case.
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