Promised Photos, And A Story, Too
May. 9th, 2006 02:01 pmSo I took my girlies outside to play today! And I have a story to go with it!
MUCH CURSING FOLLOWS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I took everything down for the bunnies, then went back upstairs, loaded them into the cat carrier and hauled them down three flights of stairs, and let them out in the play area... I was sitting watching them play, and suddenly I saw Sarah's cat, Fritz, wander past in the corner of my eye. I was like "HUH??" because Fritz and Fuzzy (as well as my cats) aren't allowed outside.
Long story short; Don installed our back door a couple of months ago, and did a half-assed job, as usual. He didn't bother to cut a notch for the latch, so the only way to shut the door and keep it shut is to use the deadbolt. *SO NOT IMPRESSED*
Since the back door is down at the bottom of the stairs in the back sun room, I closed the door to the back room and locked the cats in the main apartment, because there's no way to shut the back door from the outside, and I didn't want them getting out-- here's the kicker. When Don installed the back door, he didn't bother to go out and buy a new deadbolt for it, he took the one off the sun room door. So basically, there's no way to lock that door now... and the cats somehow opened it.
Right, so I see Fritz and I'm like CRAP, and I look around a bit, and Fuzzy's there, too. I didn't want to leave the rabbits by themselves, but I had to run and catch the cats, and I figured they'd be okay for a minute or two... so I chased Fritz and Fuzzy around to the front of the house and up onto the porch.
Fuzzy jumped up on the windowsill and cowered, because he's never been outside, and was scared shitless. Fritz, on the other hand, tried to dash around me to freedom again-- I grabbed him on the way past.
BIG. FUCKING. MISTAKE.
He hisses at me, then wraps himself around my arm, starts biting and clawing, and totally shreds my hand. I went "SON OF A BITCH!", but didn't let go. (I was PISSED, then, and so not giving him what he wanted). Instead, I slammed him down onto the porch, with him still biting me, and pinned him there. Then I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with my other hand, and hauled him inside.
So I'm bleeding all over the damn place, I'm holding Fritz, he's THRASHING and WAILING, I'm praying he doesn't get himself turned around enough to latch onto my other hand, and I'm opening doors with the one that he mauled. Halfway up the stairs, he swiped a paw and managed to nick my other hand-- and I snapped "SHIT!" really loudly.
Sarah heard me, and opened the last door in time for me to lose my grip on the cat, and for him to zoom past her, into the back room (since the door was still open), down the stairs, and BACK OUTSIDE.
She chased after him (she apologized later for that, and said she would have stayed to help me if she'd realized how bad I was hurt), and I bled down the hall to the bathroom to wash my hand off and see just how bad the damage actually was.
THE FUCKING CAT LITERALLY TORE CHUNKS OUT OF MY HAND.
Little ones, but still!
When Sarah got back inside, I was just coming down from my apartment with my gauze, and she helped me wrap my hand up. Said gauze is about seven layers thick, and I still bled right through it. In fact, that was over two hours ago, and I'm still bleeding from a couple of spots where he chewed flesh away. I should probably have gone to the hospital, but it's pretty much too late now...
We managed to get Fuzzy back inside with no problem, but Fritz took off and was gone for about a half an hour before he came back. Neither of us even bothered to look for him-- we were both too pissed off. And Sarah apologized to me a bunch of times (like it was her that bit me, and not her cat, or something.) Eventually, Fritz showed up on the porch again, and Sarah grapped him by the fur and threw him inside. She is SO not pleased with him right now. (Actually, I think she's more angry with him than I am...)
So basically, my hand hurts like hell. Typing is okay, but using my computer mouse KILLS.
Anyway! After that adventure, I went back outside to sit with my rabbits again, and Sarah brought Ritter out to join us. They all seemed to really like being outside, though they did a lot of O_O;; eyes for the first couple of minutes. lol.
And I ( took a bunch of pictures. )
Now I think I might have to go down to the pharmacy to get some more gauze and antiseptic... =_=;;
EDIT: I was just talking to Mom, and she thinks I should go get a tentus shot or whatever just in case. So! Of to the hospital I go anyway!
EDIT-EDIT: They didn't give me a shot, but they prescribed a bunch of antibiotics and warned me to come back ASAP if it gets any redder. Incidentally, ( WTF FRITZ?? ) >_<;; That's just the top side... the bottom side is all sliced up, too, as well as along the inside between my thumb and index finger. -_-;; And the big hole there is still oozing, over five hours after the original incident...
EDIT AGAIN: Oh yeah, and the ponies came in today. Thank you
papercut917! =3
OMG EDIT: 8:48 PM, and still bleeding... =_=;;
MUCH CURSING FOLLOWS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
I took everything down for the bunnies, then went back upstairs, loaded them into the cat carrier and hauled them down three flights of stairs, and let them out in the play area... I was sitting watching them play, and suddenly I saw Sarah's cat, Fritz, wander past in the corner of my eye. I was like "HUH??" because Fritz and Fuzzy (as well as my cats) aren't allowed outside.
Long story short; Don installed our back door a couple of months ago, and did a half-assed job, as usual. He didn't bother to cut a notch for the latch, so the only way to shut the door and keep it shut is to use the deadbolt. *SO NOT IMPRESSED*
Since the back door is down at the bottom of the stairs in the back sun room, I closed the door to the back room and locked the cats in the main apartment, because there's no way to shut the back door from the outside, and I didn't want them getting out-- here's the kicker. When Don installed the back door, he didn't bother to go out and buy a new deadbolt for it, he took the one off the sun room door. So basically, there's no way to lock that door now... and the cats somehow opened it.
Right, so I see Fritz and I'm like CRAP, and I look around a bit, and Fuzzy's there, too. I didn't want to leave the rabbits by themselves, but I had to run and catch the cats, and I figured they'd be okay for a minute or two... so I chased Fritz and Fuzzy around to the front of the house and up onto the porch.
Fuzzy jumped up on the windowsill and cowered, because he's never been outside, and was scared shitless. Fritz, on the other hand, tried to dash around me to freedom again-- I grabbed him on the way past.
BIG. FUCKING. MISTAKE.
He hisses at me, then wraps himself around my arm, starts biting and clawing, and totally shreds my hand. I went "SON OF A BITCH!", but didn't let go. (I was PISSED, then, and so not giving him what he wanted). Instead, I slammed him down onto the porch, with him still biting me, and pinned him there. Then I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with my other hand, and hauled him inside.
So I'm bleeding all over the damn place, I'm holding Fritz, he's THRASHING and WAILING, I'm praying he doesn't get himself turned around enough to latch onto my other hand, and I'm opening doors with the one that he mauled. Halfway up the stairs, he swiped a paw and managed to nick my other hand-- and I snapped "SHIT!" really loudly.
Sarah heard me, and opened the last door in time for me to lose my grip on the cat, and for him to zoom past her, into the back room (since the door was still open), down the stairs, and BACK OUTSIDE.
She chased after him (she apologized later for that, and said she would have stayed to help me if she'd realized how bad I was hurt), and I bled down the hall to the bathroom to wash my hand off and see just how bad the damage actually was.
THE FUCKING CAT LITERALLY TORE CHUNKS OUT OF MY HAND.
Little ones, but still!
When Sarah got back inside, I was just coming down from my apartment with my gauze, and she helped me wrap my hand up. Said gauze is about seven layers thick, and I still bled right through it. In fact, that was over two hours ago, and I'm still bleeding from a couple of spots where he chewed flesh away. I should probably have gone to the hospital, but it's pretty much too late now...
We managed to get Fuzzy back inside with no problem, but Fritz took off and was gone for about a half an hour before he came back. Neither of us even bothered to look for him-- we were both too pissed off. And Sarah apologized to me a bunch of times (like it was her that bit me, and not her cat, or something.) Eventually, Fritz showed up on the porch again, and Sarah grapped him by the fur and threw him inside. She is SO not pleased with him right now. (Actually, I think she's more angry with him than I am...)
So basically, my hand hurts like hell. Typing is okay, but using my computer mouse KILLS.
Anyway! After that adventure, I went back outside to sit with my rabbits again, and Sarah brought Ritter out to join us. They all seemed to really like being outside, though they did a lot of O_O;; eyes for the first couple of minutes. lol.
And I ( took a bunch of pictures. )
Now I think I might have to go down to the pharmacy to get some more gauze and antiseptic... =_=;;
EDIT: I was just talking to Mom, and she thinks I should go get a tentus shot or whatever just in case. So! Of to the hospital I go anyway!
EDIT-EDIT: They didn't give me a shot, but they prescribed a bunch of antibiotics and warned me to come back ASAP if it gets any redder. Incidentally, ( WTF FRITZ?? ) >_<;; That's just the top side... the bottom side is all sliced up, too, as well as along the inside between my thumb and index finger. -_-;; And the big hole there is still oozing, over five hours after the original incident...
EDIT AGAIN: Oh yeah, and the ponies came in today. Thank you
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OMG EDIT: 8:48 PM, and still bleeding... =_=;;