I swear if I hadn't just spent $35 on cat food, you'd be back at the animal shelter right now!
here's the back story:
since the weather turned cold, Lola has felt the need to almost always be in the same room as me, curled up nearby, sleeping.
At night, she comes up beside me in the bed and flops down by my ribs to sleep.
Last night, or more precisely, early this morning, around 1:30am, she crawled up beside me and lay down. As usual, I reached out to pat her, in the dark, half asleep.
And my hand must have landed on a part of her she doesn't like being touched. Accidently of course.
Less than a second later, I'm yelping and leaping for the bathroom and the disinfectant, while Lola skedaddles out of sight.
SHE BIT ME!!
And not just a nip either.
I had a puncture wound in the back of my hand and I spent a good five minutes dousing it with undiluted disinfectant, then slapping on a bandaid and hoping the bleeding would stop.
By 10am, my hand was red, puffy and painful, so off to the doctor I went. the clinic was busy, I had a wait of one and a half hours before I could be seen. I almost fell asleep there.
Several hours later, I'd had the wound washed and bandaged, had a tetanus shot and was on my way home with a prescription for antibiotics.
Lola met me at the door, hungry. I showed her my bandaged hand, still red, puffy and painful, said "look what you did!" and she just ran into the kitchen and waited for me to dish out her "ocean fish in prawn flavoured jelly".
It's 9pm now, the hand is slightly less red, slightly less puffy, but no less painful.
Lola, on the other hand, is still irritating. She isn't sure if I'm still cross at her or not. I'm not sure either.