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I look as though I've spent the weekend wrestling rose bushes, with the thorns winning. Bodie-cat has recently decided that my shoulder is his second-favourite place in the whole wide world (his food bowl being his most favourite spot) and as soon as I sit down anywhere he makes a flying leap for his perch. Ouchie! Half the time I don't see him coming, too, and my resultant jump makes him dig his claws in harder to keep his balance. Even with his claws kept trimmed they're still sharp enough to scratch, and being warm weather I'm wearing sleeveless tops so he has to grip my skin.