Louie is an asshole
So at 5am this morning, something spooked Louie bad and he flew off the bed, using Tim's face as a launchpad. Louie had been sleeping in between us on Tim's pillow when he decided to take off as if his ass was on fire. One paw got Tim in several places under his eye while the other one got his neck and chin. Poor Tim was bleeding everywhere. I felt so bad. It was unintentional but I don't know what the hell the problem was with Louie other than he's the stupidest cat alive. While Tim and I were in the bathroom cleaning up his face and trying to get the bleeding to stop, Louie proceeded to whine at us because he was hungry. No idea that he just scratched the shit out of Tim's face. I was so tempted to take him out back and just toss him into the lake.
Tim wanted an antibiotic, so I ended up taking him to the emergency room. The nurses and doctor on duty all thought it was amusing. Especially because Tim had hurt his wrist somehow the night before last (slept on it weird or something) and was wearing a brace. One lady asked us if we were going to get the cat declawed to which I replied no, Louie is too old to be declawed and declawing is mean. Plus declawing him wouldn't solve anything anyway, he could've just as easily have used his back claws to launch himself off the bed. Another nurse asked if he was a vicious cat, but he's never scratched anyone before intentionally. He's just incredibly stupid. Maybe one of us moved in our sleep and he thought we were getting up and were going to feed him, so he got all excited and flew off the bed to run to the kitchen. He does act like he's starving for some odd reason. The damn cat weighs 17lbs. He's far from starving. But whenever we go into the kitchen, he runs over to his bowl and whines. Maybe he thought it was time for breakfast. Why can't he be more like Spike? Spike is such a good boy.
Tim wanted an antibiotic, so I ended up taking him to the emergency room. The nurses and doctor on duty all thought it was amusing. Especially because Tim had hurt his wrist somehow the night before last (slept on it weird or something) and was wearing a brace. One lady asked us if we were going to get the cat declawed to which I replied no, Louie is too old to be declawed and declawing is mean. Plus declawing him wouldn't solve anything anyway, he could've just as easily have used his back claws to launch himself off the bed. Another nurse asked if he was a vicious cat, but he's never scratched anyone before intentionally. He's just incredibly stupid. Maybe one of us moved in our sleep and he thought we were getting up and were going to feed him, so he got all excited and flew off the bed to run to the kitchen. He does act like he's starving for some odd reason. The damn cat weighs 17lbs. He's far from starving. But whenever we go into the kitchen, he runs over to his bowl and whines. Maybe he thought it was time for breakfast. Why can't he be more like Spike? Spike is such a good boy.