Happy Thanksgiving!

I the spirit of Thanksgiving a story about being bit by a cat:

When I was going to college I worked for a vet. It was a great job; I was able to be around animals without owning them.

One day I was holding a cat for shots and it bit my index finger. I didn’t really react except to say ouch. My boss told me to go to the Hospital for the penicillin shots. She was shocked that I didn’t cry or anything. To me it was simple, I put my finger in the wrong place, and I have been bit before no big deal.

The next day I am give a grumpy old cat a bath. Understand this cat is emaciated, it smells, and really hates all people to begin with. For all of the visits the techs had to wear these HUGE leather gloves just for the examination. This was not a happy kitty. So I set myself up with a working rubber glove and the holding Leather glove. I get ½ way through this bath with the screaming and the clawing and suddenly he gets himself turned around and bites THROUGH the leather glove. While trying to dislodge him from that had I use the working hand, with the rubber glove, to pry him off me. He, of course, bites me twice, once on the meat of the hand and once through my thumbnail ruining my cuticle bed.

Why am I telling you this fascinating story? It is cold and the scar under my nail has begun to peel. Since I am a HUGE picker now it hurts.