what you get for your troubles

Don't let that adorable pose fool you.  He is pure evil.  I have a puncture on my forearm to prove it.  Why?  I was petting him while on the phone with a friend, thanking her for her lovely gourmet birthday gifts, and he sunk his fang into my arm.  Nice. 

And, rejection #8 came in yesterday's mail.  If you wanna know the truth, this is starting to feel, if you'll excuse the term, shitty.