Near CATastrophe

Posted on December 18, 2002 in Cats

Tracy just had to get in my lap. As I waved a hand to ward her off, she leaped and snagged herself with a single claw on my right index finger. For less than a second, her full weight hung from a bit of tender skin. I shook my hand and she fell to the floor. Only a dot of blood wealed up.

I picked her up and held her in my arms. “Look,” I said, showing her the spot. “You did that.” She leaned forward to sniff, but I pulled away. I wasn’t giving her a taste of manflesh, even at this advanced age. “You’ve got to be more careful,” I chastened her. She cringed and buried her head under my arm. I just kept her close and thanked the nothingness that she hadn’t broken a bone in her fall or torn away a substantial chunk of meat from my finger.

Warpster93 heard my description of Her Hindquarter’s present frailty and remarked “She’ll be going off to hide soon.” I think of the dark corners of the house and the emptiness they will bring when this beloved pest of mine seeks one out to die in.