Monday, November 07, 2011

All I've Got

I caught Miri this morning for a long-overdue claw trimming. She was, naturally, Not Amused. I managed to get her front paws done, but as I was adjusting the towel to get at her back paws, she got uber-wiggly and eluded my grip. In flinging herself away from me, she escaped the towel ... only to land directly in the trash can. But she was in it for less than a second before she levitated out and fled to a safe distance to give me a look of mingled shock and disgust*, before retreating under the bed to lick her metaphorical wounds.

*She didn't encounter anything but used tissues, but the experience appalled her.

Carlos was baffled by the whole thing. But a bit of petting and he settled by the window and forgot all about it.

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Later, as I was getting ready for work, I noticed a small sore spot on the top knuckle of my right middle finger. With me, little things like paper cuts get infected just about every time, so I figured that's what this was. I put some cream and a bandage on it and moved on.

By lunchtime, though, I was noticing it when I brushed the bandage against anything, which seemed oversensitive even for me. I took the bandage off and examined the spot. It now seemed less like a cut and more like a bump, small but red and very sore. Arthritis, perhaps? I don't know. But after lunch I found it to be agonizingly sore, as I noticed when I reached to push my tote bag out of the way with that hand and felt suddenly nauseated. Even straightening the finger fully was (and is) a bad idea. Very weird. I am definitely falling apart.

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In conclusion, I would like to say that for a person with a headache and accompanying upset stomach, having to clean up fresh cat vomit is tremendously disgusting. It's never fun, of course, but oh, ugh.

3 comments:

  1. Oh, pet puke is awful. I thought it was gonna happen around here right before I had to leave for school. (I got a reprieve somehow.)

    Please tell me you've seen the LOLCat "Trashcat iz not amuzed." Poor Miri.

    WV: "lametics"--as in, "After Miri fell in the trash can, she felt fully qualified to teach lametics."

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  2. Is it possible you have some kind of bite on your knuckle? Keep a watch on it.

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  3. Are you sure Miri didn't catch you with a rear claw or a tooth when making her escape? Even though I know he's clean, I always dab antibiotic cream on any injury Tux gives when we play.

    Have you thought of a cat muzzle? I got one a few years ago when I had a squeamish cat and it worked wonders. It goes over the mouth & eyes, and hitches behind the ears with velcro. It did absolute wonders for Dancer - she was stupefied into quietude while I clipped all four paws.

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