Wounded knee

Friend asked me yesterday why I had a wounded knee. It's not really a bruise, more like blood underneath the skin. I had no clue.

Last night I remembered. Last few nights the kittens and I have fallen asleep at the same time. Unfortunately they wake up at about four in the morning, and I remembered kicking them out (not kicking, but throwing the mouse I always keep under my pillow into the hallway, and predictably they run after it, and that's when I close my bedroom door, whispering "see you tomorrow"), then I went to open the window 'cause it gets stuffy with door closed and walked straight into my bed. That's how I got the bruise.

And no, I love my kittens and don't mind these minor damages.