An excerpt from Connie Lanter’s Tumblr reminded me of the time I had to take Mr Bookgrrl to the doctor after he was attacked by “Fluffy”, a neighbour’s ginger tom. Monty had run inside the house as Mr Bookgrrl arrived home and attacked while he was being shooed outside. I arrived home to find the victim bravely washing his bloodied, scratched and bitten hands saying “’tis but a scratch” “I’ll kill that f***ing animal- I’ll be ok” all the while going whiter by the minute.
The nurse and doctor at the local clinic who disinfected, bandaged and sutured his hands saw the funny side. So did I until I saw them putting stitches into his right hand- I got a bit light-headed and had to leave the room. With his hands looking like a mummy’s, I had to take the day off from work to look after him. I can still hear the howls of laughter from my workmates when I explained that my husband, the cat lover, was attacked by “Fluffy”.
So, the gist of that story is- I’m not overly fond of cats. My husband still is, but then again he is a librarian 🙂