Wonder Woman has left the bedroom

After about four years of gracing the wall space above our bed, I finally had to remove Mrs. CB's framed Wonder Woman poster. It was for her safety, as well as ours. Over the past six months, our big boy, Smokey (the biter in my icon), has discovered that when the cars drive by at night, especially in the wee hours of the morning, their headlights flash around the walls...and land on Wonder Woman's ample bosum. So, like any other breast loving creature, he jumps against the poster trying to cop a feel, and Wonder Woman, in full righteous-anger rage, sometimes falls on my head. If he's not knocking Wonder Woman off the walls, he's jumping on a cat that was sweetly sleeping next to me. Last night, Smokey jumped and landed on Bruin who was sleeping next to my head. Bruin, in freak-out mode, jumped up and smacked me in the head so hard, I woke up with a bruise. I was more concerned that my sweet Bruin was kitty-concussed, but he shook it off and headed for the food bowl. I decided that was the last HoYay dream that damn cat was going to interrupt.

We tried keeping the curtains and blinds closed, but the lights still shine through. Now he can attack the wall like that dog did in the first Poltergeist movie without me worrying about getting brained by a framed Amazon. Wonder Woman will move to her new digs (the wall space above Mrs. CB's desk) in the next few days-the Fargo and The Blue Angel posters are insisting upon a backround check.

Wonder Woman has left the bedroom

After about four years of gracing the wall space above our bed, I finally had to remove Mrs. CB's framed Wonder Woman poster. It was for her safety, as well as ours. Over the past six months, our big boy, Smokey (the biter in my icon), has discovered that when the cars drive by at night, especially in the wee hours of the morning, their headlights flash around the walls...and land on Wonder Woman's ample bosum. So, like any other breast loving creature, he jumps against the poster trying to cop a feel, and Wonder Woman, in full righteous-anger rage, sometimes falls on my head. If he's not knocking Wonder Woman off the walls, he's jumping on a cat that was sweetly sleeping next to me. Last night, Smokey jumped and landed on Bruin who was sleeping next to my head. Bruin, in freak-out mode, jumped up and smacked me in the head so hard, I woke up with a bruise. I was more concerned that my sweet Bruin was kitty-concussed, but he shook it off and headed for the food bowl. I decided that was the last HoYay dream that damn cat was going to interrupt.

We tried keeping the curtains and blinds closed, but the lights still shine through. Now he can attack the wall like that dog did in the first Poltergeist movie without me worrying about getting brained by a framed Amazon. Wonder Woman will move to her new digs (the wall space above Mrs. CB's desk) in the next few days-the Fargo and The Blue Angel posters are insisting upon a backround check.