Ouch. And sack cats.

I sat down on the floor to put my shoes on this morning before work, and sure enough the sort of healing blister split open again down the middle when the skin on my ankle flexed. OW! I dislike this thing immensely.

I know you were just dying to see this.

I wish I had clogs or something. Regular shoes keep rubbing on it, but if I put a band-aid on it goes back to being a mucky mess. I've compromised by taking off my shoe and sock every time I can. I wish I could wear sandals or backless slippers all day. It'd be so much more comfortable.

We tried out an awesome new cat pilling technique last night. Cat-in-a-sack! This is exactly as hilarious as it sounds. I grabbed the bag for my yoga mat (made out of canvas, so slightly less shreddable than usual), and we plopped a cat in. We started with Gurgles. He didn't really seem to mind. You just cinch up the top of it so they can't get their limbs out and smack you in the face, and then they can go ahead and flail as much as they want while you're pilling them without either you getting injured or them getting away.

When I put Monkey in for her turn I accidentally let go while I was lowering her and she plopped into the bottom of the sack quite happily. She then pretended it was a cave and didn't want to stick her head out for me to cinch the thing up around it. Too bad! I'm bigger, so I won.

Hah! I've defeated the... cat. I MUST BE BATMAN.