My cat Murphy tried to jump up onto my lap this morning, and he lost his balance when I yelped at the sharp claw in my thigh. He slid off my lap, trying desperately to regain his footing (with his claws, of course). I now have a nine inch cat scratch on my leg. I'm pretty sure that's a record, at least for me and my cats.
At least it's very shallow. Very little of it broke through all the layers of skin, so there's only about four blood spots along the line. Still. Nine inches. I'm impressed in a twisted sort of way.
Corridors of Blood
1 year ago