The cat sliced open my toes today. The big toe and the little toe right next to it. Like really sliced open, flapping skin that needs to be pinched together style.
The cats were up on my husband's desk mucking about with the blinds, which they've already broken once, and I scared the crud out of them when I lept into the room and boomed "GET THE FRICKITY FRACK DOWN FROM THERE YOU FURBAGS!!"
Angus, the larger of the two animals, landed heavily on my foot with his back claws and in his attempt to scrabble away from the room he sliced me up pretty dang good.
Today I hate cats.
Yesterday they were fluffy happy things, but today they are... not.
Tomorrow, who knows.
I had chores that needed doing but now I'm sitting here with my foot elevated trying not to bleed through my third set of bandaids. Foot wounds are the worst; only second to hand wounds. My husband's worried that I'm going to need stitches but I told him I'll be fine as long as I can stay off my foot long enough for the liquid skin stuff to bond my flesh flaps back together. It's hard to stay off your foot when you have a four year old but oh man, she LOVES that I'm wounded.
She thrives on trauma and brought her doctor kit into my room to take my foot's pulse. She wanted to swap my bandaids but I wasn't ready to have the wounds traumatized any further, however I did let her carry the nasty bloody ones to the trash and toss them which she enjoyed. Then I made her wash her hands.
Barbie? My Little Pony? No thank you mother, please let me play with your bloody foot strips. /facepalm
Then she donned her bike helmet, crafted a tinker toy "sword" and stood guard at my door to hiss at the cats if they tried to come into my room. My commando kid. What a sweetheart.
She got bored in five minutes after the cats were a no show and turned her sword into a swirly fan that she tried to fan me with but sticks flew off of it and hit me in the cheek so I told her no more fan please, mommy was wounded enough.
And this is what set today apart from all other days. This was the day mommy's foot leaked blood. It was educational and entertaining! Except that she wanted to remove the band-aids every five minutes to look at the wound again. That I could have done without.