Ouch
So Churro got out today. We're not sure when or how, but when I went out into the back yard to take the laundry off the line, I saw Stripes, the stray who hangs out in the back yard, come trotting up for pets, which I dispensed... and then a big cream-colored cat snuck around the corner of the house, and holy shit that's Churro. Churro started freaking out the minute he saw Stripes. (I do not know why this cat keeps trying to get outside. Everything in the outside world terrifies him.) Stripes did not freak out, but he considers the yard his, and does not take any bull from interlopers.
I went over to see if I could grab Churro and get him inside before anything happened. I almost managed it. But then Churro, who was screaming the cat equivalent of "SO HELP ME GOD IF YOU TOUCH ME I'LL KILL YOU!" at Stripes, panicked and bit the hell out of my hand. I dropped Churro, Stripes jumped him, scuffling ensued. Churro is fine with harassing smaller/older cats, but he's an abject coward when it comes to a strong young tom his own size, and he was not getting the best of it. Churro retreated, and I ran to get the hose, hand streaming blood.
Kathy came out to see what was going on at this point (I'd been yelling for her, but I don't think she heard me). I managed to get to the hose and turn it on while she sort of herded them towards the back door. I spritzed Stripes with the hose, and once he was out of the way, Churro ran for the back door and I let him in. He was filthy from having rolled around under the cars, but despite having lost some fur in the scuffle, he didn't have any scratches or bites (nor did Stripes.) I, on the other hand, have a nasty puncture wound in my left hand. Churro has his shots and I am up to date on tetanus, plus it bled a LOT, so I'm not worried about it, but damn, it hurts. And now of course both Stripes and Churro, in their separate spheres, are both purring and making up to me as if they'd never caused me grievous bodily harm.
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I went over to see if I could grab Churro and get him inside before anything happened. I almost managed it. But then Churro, who was screaming the cat equivalent of "SO HELP ME GOD IF YOU TOUCH ME I'LL KILL YOU!" at Stripes, panicked and bit the hell out of my hand. I dropped Churro, Stripes jumped him, scuffling ensued. Churro is fine with harassing smaller/older cats, but he's an abject coward when it comes to a strong young tom his own size, and he was not getting the best of it. Churro retreated, and I ran to get the hose, hand streaming blood.
Kathy came out to see what was going on at this point (I'd been yelling for her, but I don't think she heard me). I managed to get to the hose and turn it on while she sort of herded them towards the back door. I spritzed Stripes with the hose, and once he was out of the way, Churro ran for the back door and I let him in. He was filthy from having rolled around under the cars, but despite having lost some fur in the scuffle, he didn't have any scratches or bites (nor did Stripes.) I, on the other hand, have a nasty puncture wound in my left hand. Churro has his shots and I am up to date on tetanus, plus it bled a LOT, so I'm not worried about it, but damn, it hurts. And now of course both Stripes and Churro, in their separate spheres, are both purring and making up to me as if they'd never caused me grievous bodily harm.
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