Every August, the town I live in has a street festival for three days downtown. They have free concerts and expensive fair food and arts and crafts and such. I'm a reporter and it's a big deal, so we cover it extensively and if you want food or drinks, you have to have an armband that costs $5. The paper buys mine since I have to be there but I only get one and I have to keep it on -- it's one of those paper ones -- the entire weekend. Clyde does not approve of this and wants me to take it off. So he's agitated and grouchy and prone to freak outs. Over an inch-wide strip of paper around my wrist. I put it on my left hand because he likes to sit on my right and i KNEW having it on my right would be a bad idea, but I thought, stupidly, that maybe if it were on the left, it wouldn't upset him so much. I was so wrong. I got home late last night so he didn't have time to really work himself into a lather in the few minutes I had to spend with them before their bedtime, but I got off at 5 today and he's had all evening to get crazy. He bit the crap out of me just now when I was putting him to bed.
Quaker Clyde; tiel Freddie; Rocky 'Too; dog, Jack; too many fish to list.