Cat scratch fever!
So, last night, the night before Thanksgiving, I was washing dishes when my wife came home and our bratty cat, Pooka, ran past her into the hallway. Cindy had just come home from shopping and she looked pretty tired, so I volunteered to wrangle the cat back into the apartment. As usual, Pooka ran up the flight of stairs in our hallway and lied down. So I picked her up to carry her back down the stairs, and she freaked out, and started flailing with her claws out. Her claws got me right in the face, and it hurt pretty bad. I yelled "Ow!", went back into my apartment and tossed the cat at the floor with some degree of restraint. I could have bashed her against the wall, I was so pissed off. She knows by now that if she goes up to the top flight, I'm going to bring her back down. But for some reason, every time, she freaks out when I try to bring her back down. I think she believes I am going to throw her down the stairs, or she just has a fear of heights or something. So, needless to say, I feel pretty stupid for trying to carry her down a flight of stairs, when I should know better by now. But I feel equal resentment toward my cat for being such a paranoid dumbass.
Anyway, when I checked my face I thought my lip was going to need stitches. There was a big gash in my lower lip, which opened pretty wide whenever I opened my mouth or tensed my lips at all. It was just this big opening with what looked like black goo behind it. So I thought she had torn through the muscle at first. She also got me just under my nose pretty good, but not as deep as the cut on my lip. My cat came into the bathroom as I was checking my face out, and she got up on the sink. Maybe she was trying to be apologetic, I don't know, but I grabbed her, said "get the fuck out of here, Pooka," and again tossed her roughly at the floor. She wasn't hurt, but I think she figured out that I didn't like her very much at that moment, because she steered clear of me for most of the night after that.
So I spent the evening with adhesive bandages on my lips, trying not to move my mouth at all so the gash would close. This morning, it's mostly healed shut, and not looking as bad as yesterday, but I'm probably going to have these stupid-looking scars for a while.
No more picking my cat up when she is in the hallway. I'm dragging her around by her scruff from now on.
Pooka and I are getting along fine now, and I am no longer angry. I just have to remember she's an animal, and doesn't think like a person.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Anyway, when I checked my face I thought my lip was going to need stitches. There was a big gash in my lower lip, which opened pretty wide whenever I opened my mouth or tensed my lips at all. It was just this big opening with what looked like black goo behind it. So I thought she had torn through the muscle at first. She also got me just under my nose pretty good, but not as deep as the cut on my lip. My cat came into the bathroom as I was checking my face out, and she got up on the sink. Maybe she was trying to be apologetic, I don't know, but I grabbed her, said "get the fuck out of here, Pooka," and again tossed her roughly at the floor. She wasn't hurt, but I think she figured out that I didn't like her very much at that moment, because she steered clear of me for most of the night after that.
So I spent the evening with adhesive bandages on my lips, trying not to move my mouth at all so the gash would close. This morning, it's mostly healed shut, and not looking as bad as yesterday, but I'm probably going to have these stupid-looking scars for a while.
No more picking my cat up when she is in the hallway. I'm dragging her around by her scruff from now on.
Pooka and I are getting along fine now, and I am no longer angry. I just have to remember she's an animal, and doesn't think like a person.
Happy Thanksgiving!