Sunday, September 9, 2018

Saturday Bloody Saturday



Saturday morning was a fitting end to my week. The important event of the period was the capture of Latigo and Latimer, and their dispatch to the possibility of permanent homes in another city. But incidental to that was a string of injuries – to me.

It began with being bitten by Latigo during his transfer from the trap in which he had been caught to the carrier in which he would be transported. It was not a serious wound, though I was mindful of it, as warned by several readers of the blog. It was, in fact, no worse than the bad plastic-cut (like a paper-cut only on the edge of a plastic sheet) on another finger, and the twisted ankle I suffered stepping off of my bicycle. Yes, I injured myself by stepping. That left me limping in pain for the remainder of the day, but was almost healed after a night spent horizontally.

Saturday brought a bloody climax to my impressive but, admittedly, insignificant damages. I woke at some point during the very early morning and Tucker, as he will do from time to time, crawled onto my chest and enjoyed some petting while purring. Despite his roly poly appearance, he can throw his weight around as regard the other beasts, swatting at them sometimes. Renn was also on the bed at that time, and apparently approached too closely for Tucker’s unsullied enjoyment of the attention I was giving him. Some whaps were exchanged and Tucker produced a mild snarl. At the moment he did this, I attempted to separate the combatants by pushing them apart. In the dark, I misjudged my aim and my hand slipped across Tucker’s furry face; my thumb caught on his canine, causing a small but jagged gash.

 
I told him later that he bit me, but he didn’t buy it. Nor was it true. I think a bite would have been cleaner. There was a substantial amount of blood, which was inconvenient at three o’clock in the morning. But having stanched the wound, I returned to bed and sleep.

Then, after I had risen, injected the sugar twins with their insulin, fed everyone, scooped litter-boxes and ate my own breakfast, I returned to bed for a couple of hours. (That’s my new routine. It ensures that a number of chores are out of the way before I finish my interrupted slumber.) Cammie sometimes comes to visit at such times, walking back and forth across my head, before setting with a loud purr on my neck. This time, one of her rear feet stepped on the side of my nose, a claw scratching it.


Why there are so many capilleries just under the surface of the nose, I know not, but they sure do bleed. One would have thought I’d lost a duel to a pre-eminent fencing master. After blood had spilled on the blankets, due to Tucker’s teeth, it seemed fitting that my sheets were smeared with blood following the princess’s claw. One finds it difficult to nap on a battlefield, so I decided to get up then. I’d had my five hours’ sleep anyway.

This morning, things progressed more peaceably, and I both slept in and escaped injury. Hopefully, that feature will continue for the week – at least until I trap more cats.

18 comments:

  1. Ohhhhh...ouch and yuck. I hope you remain injury-free from here on in! (BTW, are you up-to-date on your tetanus shots/boosters? If not, I do recommend it.)

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    1. I received a tetanus injection during my annual physical examination in June, so I am protected if any of my loving roommates inadvertently poisons me...

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  2. Think of them as battle scars, John. Badges of honor.

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    1. Perhaps, but it would be nice if one of them wasn't on my nose.

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  3. I seem to remember in the comments to your last post, quite a few people wished you a good, relaxing weekend. I don't think that happened. Well, as we say at the animal shelter...HEAL.

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  4. Good on you regarding the booster. I was going to mention Tetanus again. Anyone with cats, domestic or feral needs it. I am so sorry that all happened but I admit in a whisper to you--- that I smiled at the description in the third and forth as well as the next to the last paragraphs. I'm ashamed to say, I still am smiling. BUT!!! BUT!! I am sorry the battle ensued, and that the skirmish arena is cleared ...hopefully NOT for another coming attraction in the night.

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    1. I smiled, too - after I stopped the blood-flow. Long after.

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  5. never fails....it seems like they tend to store up and then get you all at once

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  6. After wishing you a relaxing weekend I am afraid to mention this week ahead! Wear your battle scars with pride. Maybe you should invest in a suit of armour for night times.

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    1. Cats have been the chink in my armour for years...

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  7. It always comes from where you least expect it. Cammie is looking exceptionally beautiful. She’s a picture, isn’t she.

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    1. Cammie is indeed a beauty. The Z/D diet she has been on for a while is monotonous, but she continues to like it (thank goodness) and I believe it is doing her good.

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  8. catfather.....we haz been off line fora few.....shirley yur dad noez knot ta mezz with de "highest rankin member of de family"...himz been werkin two hard...hiz mind iz slippin.....yur foto rockz ~~~~~ ☺☺♥♥

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  9. Oh my, it was definitely one of those days...or weekends that is. Glad the injuries weren't too serious despite the amount of blood loss.

    Don't forget you can always say, if someone asks, that they should see the other guy! :)
    Eileen

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