5 am. I hear a hiss, thump, and yell from the other side of the bed and feel the mattress vibrate under the moving weight of something enormous. I look over at Brad, who has his hand on the side of his face, bright red blood oozing from between his fingers onto the stark white pillowcase. He moves his hand from his face and his whole left ear and side of face is dyed crimson. Joey, our 20 pound Maine Coon cat, flies off the bed in fear as Brad and I jump out of bed and haul into the bathroom. I begin to dab Brad's face, trying to find the origin of the endless stream of blood as Brad dizzily tries to collect himself. Eventually, I find what I'm looking for...2 deep gashes cut across the side of Brad's head and 5 equally deep gashes pattern his left ear. Blood pours from each cut as I try to assess whether or not to get this guy to the hospital. Brad moves me aside, steadies himself, and checks out his ear. He continues to clean it as he tells me what happened. Joey, our lovable and somewhat stupid big cat, frequently gets into hissing arguments with the local outdoor cat that roams the neighborhood at night. Last night, the cat must have spooked Joey more than usual, causing Joey to throw his 20 pound frame and clawed paws right onto the side of Brad's head from the window sill (which sits a good 3 feet above Brad's head). His claws must have dug into Brad's ear and skull as he darted across the bed.
We decided the cuts weren't deep enough to necessitate a hospital visit (the picture doesn't really show too much), doctored them up ourselves with some good ol' Neosporin, drank a few glasses of water, changed the blood soaked pillow cases, and went back to sleep for a couple of hours. Needless to say, before I drifted back off to sleep, I closed the usually open bedroom windows and shut the blinds so that Joey couldn't see outside. Poor kitty was scared by the frenzy so much that he spent the rest of the morning under the bed. He is still there now.
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