When Cats Go Crazy
Humans go to the ER
The other night, my cat went crazy. I apparently signaled that I wanted to wrestle her.
Next thing I knew, she was clawing and biting my leg. She tore a 2-inch slice into my forearm. I managed to dislodge her and push her away with my foot.
“No! Bad cat! Stop it!”
She froze, teeth imbedded in my shoe, and front paws wrapped around it in a death grip.
Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she carefully lifted her paws away, opened her mouth, and released the shoe.
I doused the cuts with hydrogen peroxide. Given that we’ve had a bounty of mosquitoes since our screen came down, I may have missed one or two.
The next day, I was running a fever. My leg was red, swollen, and hot.
We went to the ER.
