Cat Scratches Happen
I’m sure he didn’t mean to
Last night, in the darkness, a monster pounced on me and ripped my flesh with its claws.
And by “monster,” of course, I mean one of my cats.
It was exactly 10:23 p.m. (because I always check the time when I am viciously attacked). The cabin was dark, but I could hear a cat jump up on the footstool next to my bed. I assumed he —…