 have never, ever been bitten by a cat; cats love me. In fact, you've seen this particular feline many times if you're a regular reader; he's at the bottom of my blog and recently starred in the sad, butterfly-shredding-incident photo grid. He's a nice cat, but he likes attention and has been known to swipe out with a paw of needle-sharp claws if you ignore him. He's drawn blood before.

I was ignoring him, looking up into the sky. I'd petted his head, but not enough to satisfy him. Our backyard had the appearance of a horror movie, buried in blue-black birds, just before I walked outside with the camera. Above is the only snap I managed (probably from about 100 yards). Very possibly, my bright striped hoodie frightened them off. Regardless, the cat came to join me and when I quit petting his head he sank his teeth into my bare calf. Freaky.

It was after doctors' hours, so I sopped up the blood, washed the wound and put on antibiotic ointment and Sponge Bob bandages then printed out the cat's photo and hiked up the hill to ask if the neighbors knew who he belonged to. You know, just to make sure he's up on his shots. They pointed next door and said they thought that was Slim, although neither was certain, but the doorbell just produced a whole lot of doggy barking so I went home.

This morning, I overslept because I just had to stay up late to finish reading Lottery. And, then I called around to find out what government or local entity is in charge of helping folks locate the owners of beasts who bite. You would not believe the reaction, seriously. Those who thought they had an idea who to refer me to gave me numbers that didn't work or connected me with people who squeaked, "Ooooh, that's so weird!" Holy Toledo. After several hours of calling around and waiting for potential returned calls that never materialized, I tried another avenue and was chewed out by a nurse for not rushing to the ER. Like I'm going to pay that kind of money for plain old band-aids when I've got the good Sponge Bobs.

I'm supposed to get a tetanus booster in the morning. And, nobody knows who owns the cat, yet, but I have plenty of spectacular
have never, ever been bitten by a cat; cats sleep together me. In fact, you've see this particular feline many times if you're a even reviewer; he's at the bottom of my blog and recently star in the sad, butterfly - shredding - incident photograph power system. He's a nice cat, but he like attention and has been known to swipe out with a hand of needle - sharp claw if you ignore him. He's drawn rake before. 

 I was ignoring him, looking up into the sky. I'd pet his head, but not enough to satisfy him. Our backyard had the appearance of a repugnance movie, buried in blasphemous - black birds, just before I walk outside with the camera. Above is the only snap I managed (probably from approximately 100 yard). Very possibly, my bright striped hoodie frightened them off. Regardless, the cat came to join me and when I quit petting his head he bury his teeth into my bare calf. Freaky. 

 It was after doctor' hour, so I sopped up the blood, washed the wound and place on antibiotic ointment and Sponge Bob bandages then printed out the cat's photograph and hiked up the hill to ask if the neighbors knew who he belonged to. You know, just to make sure he's up on his shots. They pointed future door and suppose they intend that was Slim, although neither was certain, but the doorbell just produced a solid lot of doggy barking so I went home. 

 This morning, I overslept because I barely had to stay up late to finish read Lottery. And, then I called around to find out what government or local entity is in charge of help folks situate the owners of beast who bite. You would not believe the reaction, seriously. Those who thought they have an idea who to consult me to gave me numbers that didn't work or connected me with people who whine, " Ooooh, that's so weird! " Holy Toledo. After respective hours of calling around and wait for potential returned calls that never happen, I tried another avenue and was chewed out by a nurse for not rushing to the ER. Like I'm going to pay that kind of money for plain old isthmus - aid when I've got the good Sponge Bobs. 

 I'm supposed to get a tetanus booster in the morning. And, nobody know who owns the cat, yet, but I suffer batch of spectacular
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This m orning, I ove rs lept becau se  Ijust h a d  to stay  up late to finish read i ng Lott ery . And , th en I call edaround  to find o ut wha t gov er nme n t  or l o c al  en ti ty is in c h a rge  of h el ping  folkslocate the ownerso f b easts who bit e.Youw o ul d n o tb eli ev e  th e reaction, serio usly. Thos ew ho  thought t h eyha d an id ea whoto re f er me t o gave me  numbersth at d i d n't  work or c onnected  me withp eople wh o squ eak ed, "O oo oh,  that 's sow eir d!" H oly To le do. Af ter s ev eral hou rs of calling around an d wait ing f orpotential  re t urn ed callsthat  never mat eri ali zed,I t r ied a noth e rave n ue an d wa s  chewed o u tbya nu rse for not r u shi ng to  th e  ER. L ikeI'm going to payt hat kind of mo neyf o r p lai n  old  b and-aids whenI'v eg o t the go od  Sponge Bob s.

I'msu p posed  to ge t a te tanus b o o st e r in t he m orn ing. And,  no bo d y knows  w ho owns t he c at , yet,  but I have p lenty of spectac ular
 have_never, ever_been bitten by a_cat; cats_love_me. In_fact,_you've seen this_particular feline many_times if you're a_regular reader; he's_at_the bottom of my blog and recently starred in the sad, butterfly-shredding-incident photo grid._He's_a nice_cat,_but_he likes attention and has_been known to swipe out_with a_paw of needle-sharp claws if you ignore him._He's_drawn blood before.

I_was ignoring him, looking up into the sky. I'd_petted his head, but not enough_to satisfy him._Our_backyard_had the appearance of_a horror movie, buried in blue-black_birds, just before I walked outside_with the camera. Above is the only_snap I managed (probably from about_100 yards). Very possibly, my_bright striped_hoodie frightened them off. Regardless,_the cat came_to join_me and when_I quit petting his head he_sank his teeth_into my bare calf. Freaky.

It was_after_doctors' hours, so_I_sopped_up the_blood, washed the_wound_and put_on_antibiotic ointment and Sponge Bob bandages_then_printed out the cat's photo and hiked_up the hill to_ask_if the neighbors knew_who he belonged to. You_know, just to make sure he's_up on_his shots._They pointed next door and said they thought that was Slim,_although neither was certain, but the_doorbell just produced a_whole lot_of_doggy barking so_I_went home.

This_morning, I overslept because I just had_to stay_up late to finish reading Lottery._And, then I called_around_to find out what government or_local entity is in charge of_helping folks locate the owners_of_beasts_who bite. You would not_believe the reaction, seriously. Those who_thought they had_an idea who to refer me to_gave_me numbers that didn't work or_connected_me with people who squeaked, "Ooooh,_that's_so_weird!" Holy Toledo. After several_hours of calling around and waiting_for potential returned calls that never materialized, I tried_another avenue and_was chewed out by a_nurse_for_not rushing to the ER. Like I'm going to pay_that kind_of money for_plain old band-aids when I've got the good Sponge Bobs.

I'm_supposed to get a tetanus booster in_the morning. And, nobody knows who owns the cat, yet, but_I have plenty of spectacular