I am allergic to cats.  Cat dander to be more specific.  That's the flaky, microscopic bits of dried skin that cling to surfaces and float around in the air until finding their way into your poor, unsuspecting nostrils.  As luck would have it, we have three dander ridden, sneeze inducing felines wandering around our house on a regular basis. Most people would call them pets, I call them allergens.

The other day, as I walked past my bedroom, I noticed much to my horror, the door had been left slightly ajar.  Why was this a problem? Well, I just so happen to have the coziest bed on the
planet.  The mattress is piled high with not one but two of the fluffiest comforters available for purchase. Unfortunately my kitties think so too.

As I pushed the door open, my worst fears were realized.
Because there, all nestled up, taking a "cat" nap on my cloud-like bed was one of those dander distributing, pointy eared, yellow eyed creatures.  This one just so happens to be a black and white domestic short hair named Jane.  Jane is the feistiest
of our three cats; I call her "Crazy-eyed Jane". Now don't get me wrong, Jane can be very loving when she wants to be, nuzzling up against her human companions, humming with contentedness.  On the other hand, Jane can also be quite ferocious when she is not in the mood. She can become all claws and teeth faster than you can say "watch out for that psychotic cat!"

I wondered what mood Jane was in today as she blinked her eyes open and peered at me through the scrolled iron bed frame.  I quickly scooped up the temperamental kitty.  I held her out in front of me, dangling like a baby in need of a diaper
change and headed for the door.  Wouldn't you know, at that very moment Ruby,  my one year old 145 pound American Mastiff came loping in, tail wagging.  Jane began to squirm and
hiss.  I knew I had mere seconds before she did a number on me with her razor-sharp claws, so I did the only thing I could ...I tossed kitty like a hot potato, up and over the giant puppy.  Unfortunately not before she managed to sink a dagger-like tooth directly into my finger. 

As soon as the terrified cat hit the ground, she was off and running.  The ground shook as Ruby took off after her like a heat seeking missile.  Man did my finger smart!  I uttered more than a few choice words as I examined my wound closely.  Soon blood began to trickle out. Within seconds the trickle became a geyser.  I ran to the bathroom and quickly applied a toilet paper tourniquet which was later replaced by a Bandaid.

Lesson learned: Let sleeping cats lie (you can always get out the lint roller later).

Your comment will be posted after it is approved.

Leave a Reply.