While attempting to attack the evil nail clippers I had in my hand, Squish bit me.
And when I say "bit," I mean left a puncture wound in the fleshy pad area of my right middle finger so deep it was literally gushing blood. He might also have punched through the fingernail, though I think it's more likely just bruised underneath the nail.
I was on the phone with
morthael at the time, who was understandably startled when I suddenly screamed, and then started sobbing, and then stammered "Can I call you back?" before slamming the phone down.
I am sort of impressed that a 9-lb. cat has that kind of bite force. And that he's got that kind of aggression in him. I wouldn't have expected it of my little Dude Zoolander cat.
But mostly I am hoping that a huge drenching of hydrogen peroxide and some A/B ointment will be enough to keep my finger from swelling up like a zeppelin with cat-mouth bacteria. Because that's exactly the sort of thing I need right now.
Although it would make for epic bird-flipping.
And OMFG, it FUCKING HURTS. It's been a long time since I was last bitten by a cat, and one always forgets how bad it can be.
edit: Somehow the phrase "blood, love, and Cracker Barrel" came out of all of this.