Purse on kitchen desk.
Curious cat on desk.
Purse strap tangles around cat’s back leg.
Cat jumps down.
Cat panics, screams and runs, spraying wallet, checkbook, various lipsticks through the air.
Cat sprints at me where I relax in a living room chair.
Startled, I reach down to disentangle purse straps.
Frenzied cat sinks her fangs deep into my bare left calf.
I yelp with pain and surprise.
Cat bites again, this time into the knuckles of my left hand while wrapping clawed feet around my legs.
I yelp again, stand up.
Cat darts for staircase, still screaming and trailing purse.
I run for kitchen, trying not to leak blood on mother’s white carpet. I fail.
Sister manages to free cat from purse,
Cat does a slider under sofa, won’t come out.
Mom blots blood on carpet, applies spot remover.
My bleeding stopped, my calf wrapped in gauze and masking tape, sister drives me to ER.
Nurse cleans wounds, doctor prescribes potent antibiotics, tells me to return for check on Sunday.
Sister brings me home, we all go to bed.
Now, hand and calf painful and swollen. Sausage fingers.
Cat is uninjured and affectionate.
I blog one-handed and vow to stay away from horses.