**warning: the picture below is not for the squeamish. Or the prude.**
I worked a 12-hour day yesterday, and when I got home, I stepped on a hairball as soon as I walked through the door. The evening could only get better, I thought. There was more work to do, so I made a quick dinner and tried to relax for a bit before getting started.
Please allow me to take a quick detour from this story to explain that Melly is one of the most easily-startled cats I've ever seen. She jumps out of her skin at invisible movements and inaudible noises on a regular basis. Scarlett usually watches, bemused, as Melly jumps three feet in the air for no discernible reason.
Anyway, while I was eating, Melly hopped up onto my lap. A short while later, something startled her and she suddenly twisted and clawed her way out of my lap, up my torso, and over my shoulder.
Did I mention I hadn't trimmed her claws in a while?
I look like I tried to exfoliate with a cheese grater.
There was a claw sheath stuck through my shirt and embedded in the skin on my abdomen. The worst cut is the one on my upper lip, though. I'm sure I'll forgive Melly eventually, but I'm going to need someone to trim her claws first.
Anyone else have good stories of wounds by cats? Any gnarly scars to show off?