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On Tuesday, my cat Ridley ran to the back window to alert me of the fox that travels regularly through our yard. I grabbed my camera and opened the screen door. Ridley slipped through and got outside. He's not an outside cat. My daughter, who lives in Vancouver, would literally disown me if I ever let anything happen to that cat.
So, like an idiot, I made a grab for him. He freaked out and gave me several scratches and puncture wounds on my arms. I called (hollered) out for my husband Mark to come outside to help. Fortunately, he is working from home this week because of the Pan Am Games.
"Get the blanket," I yelled. I didn't want him to get clobbered, too. He threw a blanket on Ridley and put him in the bathroom while I tended to my ... scratches.
It was apparent that I needed stitches on my right hand. Mark took me to Emerg (2 minutes away) and I had my stuff dealt with. Mark was really upset and I kept telling him to calm down and not hate the cat.
I sat in the Fast Track waiting room as the shock wore off and I started to feel dizzy. I leaned back in my chair and tried to concentrate on other things.
The doctor was suitably impressed. One stitch each for 11 punctures on my left arm, and a 3 inch gash on my right hand needed several more stitches. He even took pictures. I'm gonna be an Internet star.
He kinda forgot to freeze one of the punctures, and stitched it. I went, "Ooop!" & he said, "Oh, did I forget one?"
"Yup."
It's been a couple of days. I've been through a gamut of emotions, from fear of my cat, to hurt feelings, to anger, to resignation. I keep replaying the incident over and over in my mind, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity.
If Ridley had caught up with that fox, he would have been toast.
Ridley is an asshole, but I forgive him.
So, like an idiot, I made a grab for him. He freaked out and gave me several scratches and puncture wounds on my arms. I called (hollered) out for my husband Mark to come outside to help. Fortunately, he is working from home this week because of the Pan Am Games.
"Get the blanket," I yelled. I didn't want him to get clobbered, too. He threw a blanket on Ridley and put him in the bathroom while I tended to my ... scratches.
It was apparent that I needed stitches on my right hand. Mark took me to Emerg (2 minutes away) and I had my stuff dealt with. Mark was really upset and I kept telling him to calm down and not hate the cat.
I sat in the Fast Track waiting room as the shock wore off and I started to feel dizzy. I leaned back in my chair and tried to concentrate on other things.
The doctor was suitably impressed. One stitch each for 11 punctures on my left arm, and a 3 inch gash on my right hand needed several more stitches. He even took pictures. I'm gonna be an Internet star.
He kinda forgot to freeze one of the punctures, and stitched it. I went, "Ooop!" & he said, "Oh, did I forget one?"
"Yup."
It's been a couple of days. I've been through a gamut of emotions, from fear of my cat, to hurt feelings, to anger, to resignation. I keep replaying the incident over and over in my mind, mentally kicking myself for my stupidity.
If Ridley had caught up with that fox, he would have been toast.
Ridley is an asshole, but I forgive him.