Bad Kitty

Sunday, January 28, 2007
It's Sunday. Laundry. Dishes. Cleaning. That's how I spend my Sundays. It's relaxing, quiet, and I can get a lot done if not disturbed. This weekend I decided why not rearrange some furniture? Why not? I'll tell you why not. Perhaps because while moving my bed which the folks from Ikea decided to make out of cement covered to look like a light-weight metal frame (obviously some sort of sick Swedish joke), and practicing my kick-ass Tom Jones hip-gyrating, pelvic thrusting Karaoke moves (unleashed on the world Feb 12, 2007), I would absent mindedly stick my arm in a moving fan. Sure the fan was plastic, but as you can see from the picture I managed to take without fainting (barely), it still cut the skin and the area is quite swollen. It's also quite the lovely shot of the giant freckle my arm is turning into...

I guess I shouldn't really complain should I. It could have been worse. It could have been my head. My friend Alberto did this during university at a coffee shop in Hub Mall. As we stood up to leave, he stuck his head into the ceiling fan (low ceilings - he was a not so tall Italian) and no it was not on purpose. He was fine but almost had a heart attack.

The lovely swollen red mark that's developing around the cut from the fan is going to match the gorgeous set of claw marks I woke up with on the back of my hand (same arm) this morning. Apparently I wasn't waking up fast enough. Either that or my snoring was keeping the furry little bastards awake. Note to cats - if I bought the bed and pay the rent for the apartment that houses your furry little asses, I'll snore as loud as I want. There was also a three inch long gash on the back of my other arm which I noticed when I grazed the wall on my way to the bathroom. My bedroom has turned into a war zone. Anyone entering should be certain to wear protective gear at all times.

3 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Ouch! I can relate to the kitty scratches; Boswell is still a biter, though he's better than he used to be.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Youch! Was this a ceiling fan? Don't most other fans have a cage around them?

My cat attacks me by scratching at the back of my knees. Hurts like hell there! They know all the weak spots.

Sheamus the... said...

cats...half in, half out anyway

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