I was watching something on TV, probably As Time Goes By on our educational channel. My favorite program even though I have seen it many times. The cat, Edgar, was sleeping on my lap. It was a peaceful wonderful afternoon. I had just made myself a cup of coffee and because I had been reading a book which my youngest daughter had given me for my birthday, I had put in about a table spoon cream in the coffee. I never use cream or milk in my coffee. But the book, titled OUT STEELING HORSES by Per Patterson who on one page talked about coffee with a spoon full of cream in such a convincing way that I had to try it.
All was quiet and peaceful. And then Edgar woke up and decided to take his daily cleansing ritual in my lap. He knows that it is against our house rules to do that. I told him to get off. He attempted to get off but lost his balance in getting off and so he clawed my hand. Something hurt me terribly, but worse in the whole melee, I knocked off my coffee mug and I saw the coffee with cream running along on the carpet. I rushed to the laundry area to get some wash clothes that I use for just such events, out of the dryer. And then I noticed the blood. There was blood everywhere. On the washing-machine, on the wall next to the doors to the washing-area, on the carpet from where I had been sitting. I ran into the bathroom and applied a female sort of thing to my hand to absorb the blood. And then I tried to clean up what had been happening. I was now wearing a cotex over my hand injury, but in order for it to stay where it was needed I covered my hand with one of my handmade socks.
And then I began trying to clean up coffee and blood from the poor carpet. I had to use my injured hand, and I am too old to get on my knees. It was a miserable time. Finally I had to say "Enough" And then I took the sock and the cotex off my hand. There was a beautiful walnut size lump on the back of my hand. And a promise of a huge black and blue spot on my lily white hand. Go and look at your grandmother's hand and see how unprotected the blood-vessels are. My cat, my beloved Edgar had punctured one of the visible arteries that are so obvious. The fact that I have to take blood thinning medicine caused the gushing of blood, I suppose.
Then I began worrying about Rabies. The cat is terribly healthy and I cannot assume he has Rabies even though he is permitted to run wild at night. Today, someone who saw my hand said :Call the doctor. I heard about a cat owner in our area who got cat fever from a cat bite. Mine is not a bite.
Then when time came to write my blog, I was trying to bring in the sheriff and and news paper headlines, but I am not clever enough to change this to some sort of crime.