Cat bites are NO JOKE.
Public service announcement/pity party post: Soooo… yesterday morning, I tried to prevent a catfight in our car port. I was partially successful, because our two sweet daily visitors got away unharmed… but their yowling rival wanted blood, and my leg was the next best thing. After scrambling onto my car to evade an orange tornado of claws and teeth, I found four tooth-deep holes in my calf. Syringe-flushing them out with hydrogen peroxide was excruciating, but I didn’t want to be a baby (or pay a fortune), so I decided to wait it out and keep writing and hope I. . . keep going