Friday, July 11, 2008
Oh sure. Sushi looks innocent enough. See how she poses for the camera, turning her head just so, inviting you to come closer, pet her? It's a ruse.
While we were all playing a game of Scrabble the other night, she hopped onto the table, rubbing back and forth under our chins, trying her best to get the attention on her and off the game. She was soft. She was purring. She was sharp!
When I picked her up to get her off the table, the dogs came running. In her little kitten mind (though she's 7 and should know better), I was feeding her to the dogs. She turned in my hands, all of her claws fully extended, and found purchase in my wrist, my arm, my neck! Even though it lasted but a split second, to me it seemed as though life went into slow motion. I felt as though I'd been thrown into a cactus patch or a den of porcupines. Each blade went into my flesh, ripping and grappling for traction. I couldn't let go for fear she would go for my face or other sensitive parts of my anatomy. I managed a gurgled cry as I wondered if she had just torn my jugular.
Hubby, whose cat she is, helped get her off of me and into a dog-free zone. We assessed the damage while The Boy spelled out his word on the board. No spurting veins or arteries. Nothing more than specks of blood and angry welts rising to the surface. My cat allergies are normally at bay unless I get scratched. So there I was, dousing myself with cold water and cortisone cream before going back to the game I lost by a mere few points to The Boy.
Here it is, 2 days later and the wounds still itch and sting. Darned cat. Why does she have to look so innocent?
Peace - D