Sunday, January 06, 2008

Cat Scratch Fever

Not too long ago I rescued 3 kittens from the cruel clutches of DEATH and how am I repaid? With some swift claw action to the palm of my hand, that's how. I reached down to pick up one of the "little fellers" (that was my Karl Childers impersonation) right about the time one of my dogs came running by. The cat thought it was going to be attacked, possibly mauled to bits, therefore causing his street days to come out and he went ape shit on my hand. Oh my gosh, of all the noise you ever heard! ..And the cat was screechin' too.
I will have no doubt, from this day forward, that those kittens can take care of themselves. The palm of my left hand looks like a bad motorcycle accident... with Hello Kitty band aids.

I thought for sure I was going to break out with fever, chills, nausea and vomiting. So, to shut me up, my mother pulled an Ernest on me. She goes "hey, is that a rabbit over there?" and when I turn to look she squirts half a bottle of ALCOHOL based sanitizer into my hideous, unforgivable scratches. She might as well have taken a lighter to it. I was running around the yard like the "stop drop 'n roll" guy on Fire Safety day.
"Now THIS boys & girls is what happens when you do good deeds and have a cruel, crazy person for a mother.".
"Ohhh Ahhh.."

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