Logan T. Cat
Don't be fooled by the sleepy face and cute paws. He's dangerous.
On Thursday evening, he was happily sitting on my lap when a pile of books inexplicably fell of the desk that no one was near or touching. The noise sent Logan into a running, clawing frenzy which ended with my having a vein in my arm nicked. I'll spare you the hammer horror details, but I will say seeing your own arm in that sort of state is enough to make a person faint. (I didn't)
It's still very sore which means I'm not making any soap. :( I need a surrogate soapmaker. The withdrawals are killing me!