when cats attack

it's a very bad and somewhat painful experience to have a feline bite you. i had that experience occur saturday afternoon.

what it katrina's fault? was it my fault? the weather? the carpet? who knows. all i have to say is i've got a swollen and infected left calf right now.

here's the skinny on this inteesting situation.

it was saturday afternoon and dawn and i were watching something on the tube. it was hot saturday. it was really hot. jeez, was i raised in south texas? i guess i'm a wuss now.

after complaining about how hot it was, i said i'd retrieve the fan from the bedroom. we'd had it plugged in friday night to keep us cool and left it there saturday.

i walked in the room, avoiding a large blue, plastic tub where we have some summer clothes and made a quick left toward my dresser chest.

then it happened. i heard my cat hiss somewhere below me. i looked down in time to see her flee the room. i guess i stepped on her tail or paw with my damned flip flops. since the plastic tub was in the way and the carpet is dark red, i didn't see her or look down for that matter.

this whole thing took place in a matter of seconds from the time i stepped on her to the grand finale.

i'm cussing and manage to rab at the fan. i'm feeling guilty for having stepped on her. i'm sortalooking back. i notice her reach the edge of the room. then something interesting happens. she runs back in at full speed. she jumped up and bit me on my left calf.

then i really start cussing and i hurts like hell. she bit down and ran off. i have the fan in one hand and i run back to the other room, still cussing, louder now. i look down to show dawn and there's blood from small punctur marks. i hurt like the dickens.

i put the fan down, dawn is worried and says i should get some peroxide or something on there. i'm still cussing.

suddenly katrina steps back in the room.she's a little frazzled. but she's in there. and it looks like she's ashamed of what she did. she comes close to me and brushes up agaisnt me. i pet her and say it's ok. it wasn't her fault.

and it wasn't. she was just keeping cool in the other room. i intruded. i steppe don her. my vision is bad, sure. but even so, earlier that day, i had already stepped on her tail as i left the bedroom. she was waiting for me to wake up. the door was closed. i stepped out and she was by the side of the door. i stepped on her. no bite that time.

either way, she's been nice to me since then. but today i notice that i was having trouble puttin pressure on the leg as i hunkered down to do things. i found myself folding my right leg and putting pressure there. it's swollen and infected.

dawn reaad up that a cat bite is worse than a dog bite since the cat's teeth are pointier and curved. they're needle-like. when the wound closes, it leaves bacteria.

so i'm going to see about a doc's app. tomorrow. perhaps he could prescribe smoe meds or antibiotics. something.

lesson to self: watch out where you step.