This is how my eye is doing today. I've decided to crochet myself a shawl because I want the warmth on my shoulders but not on my arms. I don't like they way it looks so far.
Seeley (Floofy) my cat really doesn't like Cheddar... another cat. He's aggressive and almost obsessed. He bit me one good time tonight and I bled quite a lot. He realized what he'd done, he wasn't after me. Once I scruffed him he calmed well and just sat in my lap. But I needed help. I was actually dripping blood from my hand. It was odd how regular the drops were, I've never had that happen before.
I yelled to Kenny for help as a watched the blood drip and I held Floofy in a scruff. I've had a Pina Colada so my blood was probably thinner. I've bled when drinking before and it was a slow stream down my leg that stopped, this just kept going and I was a bit mesmerized.
He came down and held paper towels on the punctures for a bit then I rinsed it and asked if we had peroxide for the rug. I found it and he left back to bed. My right hand is the injured one and when I would move it it bled more. I still have a black eye and broken tooth and he thought nothing of leaving me to deal with the cleaning and cat on my own. He was tired.
I'm not wrong here, right? He should have stayed to help me clean it up and get settled before going back to bed. I've been doing this shit for so long that my confidence is absolutely shot. But he's clearly tired of pretending to care.
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