Ow ow ow
I have mentioned that Oscar really, really likes being on my lap. Which works out perfect because I love having him on my lap. Nothing is more calming that a content kitty.
I have also mentioned that Oscar is averse to sudden loud sounds. He in no way appreciates 4th of July or New Years Eve because of the fireworks. He gets a little panicky and hides for most of the night.
This morning, while having coffee and watching the news with a contented cat on my lap. I was going to be getting up as my bladder was calling. I set something on the arm of my chair to take it with me. I prepared to get up, so at least Oscar knew something was happening. The box started to slide. I slapped my hand down on it. The sudden movement and the sudden noise made Oscar completely freak out and run away.
But not before clawing the shit out of my thigh. He was gone by the time the pain kicked in. I was concerned that I’d scared him and then suddenly, “Okay, that hurts. Oh, hey-OW!”
I have three slash marks on my leg. One for each foot. He launched himself so hard and so fast that I had to go into the bathroom and do first aid. I grabbed a tissue, sure I’d just need to dab a couple of spots. But when I pulled up my pajama leg, I found that nope! 6 livid marks and one was actively bleeding. With a sigh, I went into the bathroom.
Everything is now cleaned and treated. The bleeding stopped pretty quickly. The slashes are shallow. I gave into guilt and found him to apologize. I mean, I was bleeding, but my baby fluffy Sir Orange of Pants got scared and Mama was worried.
I have also mentioned that Oscar is averse to sudden loud sounds. He in no way appreciates 4th of July or New Years Eve because of the fireworks. He gets a little panicky and hides for most of the night.
This morning, while having coffee and watching the news with a contented cat on my lap. I was going to be getting up as my bladder was calling. I set something on the arm of my chair to take it with me. I prepared to get up, so at least Oscar knew something was happening. The box started to slide. I slapped my hand down on it. The sudden movement and the sudden noise made Oscar completely freak out and run away.
But not before clawing the shit out of my thigh. He was gone by the time the pain kicked in. I was concerned that I’d scared him and then suddenly, “Okay, that hurts. Oh, hey-OW!”
I have three slash marks on my leg. One for each foot. He launched himself so hard and so fast that I had to go into the bathroom and do first aid. I grabbed a tissue, sure I’d just need to dab a couple of spots. But when I pulled up my pajama leg, I found that nope! 6 livid marks and one was actively bleeding. With a sigh, I went into the bathroom.
Everything is now cleaned and treated. The bleeding stopped pretty quickly. The slashes are shallow. I gave into guilt and found him to apologize. I mean, I was bleeding, but my baby fluffy Sir Orange of Pants got scared and Mama was worried.