who needs lip?

This morning, I was involved in a catfight. With real cats. I was sort of that person, that wrong place, wrong time person. Now there's a slice through my bottom lip.

D. Sergei was cuddled up next to me sleeping and Jane had been doing one of her numbers. This is what she does in the morning: she jumps on the bed, walks toward me, mows her little sound mow mow mow and then leaves. She's waking me up; often when she does this, she wants nothing -- she'll have plenty of food, water, etc. It's just sort of this, hello! GOOD MORNING NOW PAY ME ATTENTION BECAUSE I AM SO CUTE SEE, YOU CAN'T RESIST! Anyway, this little number was irking D. Sergei because he was right in the middle of her flight pattern. Kept getting whacked on the head and whatnot. He jumped up and gave Jane the glare and she held her ground, like, you're the one in the way! Anyway, I was watching all of this through one heavy, open eye and then closed it, thinking they'd work it out. All was quiet for about twenty seconds. And then I felt a hard sting on my lower lip. D. SERGEI punched me! He misfired, I think. I truly think he meant to whack Jane. He was in a confused dream-state. I made sure he lost his spot on the bed...and the little gentleman that he is, well, he felt awful and literally kissed my feet in apology...