Tuesday, December 25, 2012

what a buzz kill

So I'm writing a post about how much I enjoyed my Christmas. The dog is cozied up to Belle on the couch. The Cat is laying between us purring, slowly encroaching on my mouse pad.
Life is good.
I nudged the Cat to get her off my mouse pad.  She has been getting a bit to big for her britches lately.
Cat went into feral attack mode, bit and clawed, and summarily got bitch slapped off the couch.
This time, she opened a vein on the back of my hand.

She is now on the back of the other couch getting the hairy eyeball from me. She also has a smudge of my blood on her forehead.  A little reminder, courtesy of kx59.

This is the second time in a week.  I now have cat attack scars on both hands.

She is now no longer allowed within the kx59 wingspan of my person.

For her own safety.

I am a cat person. I grew up with cats. All my previous cats have been very loving and affectionate.  I like cats a lot. This one, less and less.  Ok. truthfully, not at all anymore.


  1. Them veins on the back of the hand spray, too, don't they?

  2. Gracie, my roomie's cat (aka the cat for whom we are staff!) did the same number on roomie's side of her hand - scratched and bit!
    It's taken about a month to heal - Roomie still has feelings about it.
    Gracie forgot five minutes later.



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