To put this in persective, it’s 96F with almost the same relative humidity in the air. Evidently, I’m not the only crabby critter in the house. It’s not worth closing the windows, turning off the ceiling fans, and firing up the central AC yet, because by next weekend, it’s supposed to have highs in the mid-70s.
Long story short, I didn’t notice my mama’s girl kitty sprawled out in front of the fridge. Accidentally stepped on her (probably a back paw, given her reaction), and she whipped around to bite my leg 5″ above my ankle. It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d been wearing jeans, but in this heat, I was wearing shorts.
Who knew a house cat’s mouth could open far enough to leave teeth marks on both sides of a lower calf muscle from the front side? I stopped the bleeding pretty quickly, but … DAMN, GIRL! I’m sure she was only giving back as much pain as she got, but I didn’t make her bleed at all. She made me drip red DNA samples all over the kitchen floor until I snagged a paper towel. She’s hiding in her cat tree condo, but she did give me a few licks moments ago. All is well.