flesh wound.

Three days off is usually all I can take before I'm ready to go back to work. I mean, if I'm hanging around the house. (I would not hate a week in Kansas City.) But this long weekend came at just the right time; I appreciated time to rest. June is looking very busy. I have something going on almost every evening this month.

Miles woke me up early again today. My mom sent me a link to a site on how to deal with your cat when he wakes you up early. And so I am going to start laying down the law (apparently my getting up at 4 a.m. to put food in his dish was only reinforcing such behavior). The site recommended shutting the door and ignoring him until he stops. This will definitely require earplugs.

So I'm wrapping up my evening. All showered, and sitting in bed reading a book (I know, it's not even 8:30 but that's kind of how I roll). Miles is curious because Kevin is outside finishing up mowing my yard and trimming around the house, so he is trying to get through my blinds. Somehow during this process, he gets his foot caught. And he panics and starts trying to run away, and before I know it he is hanging by his foot from the blinds between my bed and desk.

I leap into action, grabbing him so his weight doesn't sever his foot. I'm trying to hold him with my right arm and use my left hand to free his foot, which must be caught in the strings of the blinds because it is not coming out easily. Miles is apparently thinking these blinds are trying to eat his foot, and he is making the most awful sounds in the world and completely shredding my arms.

It probably took me three seconds to untangle his foot but it felt like thirty minutes. He jumps and runs and puffs himself up double his size and stares at me like I just about killed him. So I'm crouching down and offering my hand to show that I'm no threat to him, please be my friend, and he--still quite traumatized--finally decides I'm okay.

Nothing like a little adrenaline rush before bed, and a trip to the bathroom to nurse the dozen puncture wounds on my arms that are now stinging like nobody's business and to bandage the gaping cut on my right arm. Sheesh.

That's gonna leave a mark,


  1. Ohhhh! LOL Sorry, I only find this amusing because I've been there so.many.times! All our cats only had their back claws, but those can do some damage when a kitty is panicky for sure!! I hope your arm heals quickly!

  2. Cats... there they go again. That's horrible about your arm, but what can you expect from a cat? It's interesting you have a story like this, it seems that cats are a continuous theme surrounding my life and those around me (and those I read). Please refer to my two posts for some interesting thoughts on cats: "Cats are unique in a strange way, not a normal way." and "It’s natural to be wary of a cat… of any kind" at www.workspacewritings.com

    Thanks & Enjoy!


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