Collision with a cat

[janestarz]

I exited the bathroom. I was clearly coming from the right, and had the right of way.
Something collided with my leg. It was a black furball, doing a lap of running around the house. Dusty had impacted with my leg at full force, was shaken from the blow, and was now trying as hard as she could to get away. Her paws found no purchase on the tiles of the hall, but they did grab a hold of convenient pieces of flesh located underneath her. Away she was.

There was a bit of a nail still sticking out from my foot, and there were four deep gashes on my left foot, and another, slightly less deep, on the right.
NoKey obligingly scolded the cat, put some bandages on the wounds, and frowned at my refusing Sterilon on the gashes. Dusty was nowhere to be found anymore as she was clearly in hiding and trying to figure out what had just happened. She was still afraid of me this morning.

I'm trying to lift my spirits listening to Turmion Kätilöt, an obscure industrial/metal band Ragar recommended. It works pretty damned well, I must say.

Comments

[randallsilver.livejournal.com]

Cats are evil. Nobody believes me, but they are. And but some disinfectant on that wound right now, missy :-P

[janestarz.livejournal.com]

We were out of betadine, I'll have to pick some up on the way home.