Sometime around 11:00 last night, I noticed Allie running around the apartment growling. This can only mean one thing: she caught something. Living in Florida, critters make their way into our apartment on a semi-regular basis, especially when the weather is starting to cool down a bit. Lately, it has been either very large cockraoches or palmetto bugs. I can't tell the difference. We haven't gotten any lizards in awhile, a memo must have gone out about the kitties. Being a cat owner, I never have to worry about roaches skittering across my feet. But I do have to worry about finding the leftover pieces of them once someone gets ahold of them. Usually it's Allie, and then she starts this whole running-around-growling thing. So then I close off the bedroom, the office and the bathroom so she can't hide with it allowing me to find it later under the bed, behind the toilet or a similarly startling location. Then, we let her run around awhile and once she tires we tempt her with a treat and she drops it, allowing us to pick it up with a paper towel. Pretty effective pest control.
Well shortly after 11:00 Dean was making noise about wanting to go to bed, but I had the rooms closed off (I was still working, thank God for PC Anywhere!). Dean took out the treats, but Allison was still intent on running around with her prey. I decided to corner her in the hallway and grab her, giving her a little shake to make her drop it. I chased her and she ran in between the couch and the wall. It was dark back there, and I meant to tap her on the rear to coax her out so I could pick her up. I stuck my hand back there and all of a sudden I felt a searing pain rip through my left palm. I let out a blood-curtling scream, not knowing what had just happened. Did she scratch me? Did she bite me, injecting with me roach juice at the same time? Oh my God did the roach bite me? I was freaking out. Turns out she hooked me and tore a deep cut in my left palm, right in between my thumb and forefinger. I know, I'm all about the Soft Claws, but Allie is very resistent to me applying them and she is not a bad scratcher, so I slack off a little with her. Not anymore. It bled like crazy. It still hurts pretty bad and it's impossible to bandage. Not to mention my feelings are hurt! Allie's the sweetest one! She's not supposed to stab me!
PS- I was recounting this story to my mom tonight, unabashedly looking for sympathy. I told her that Allie tore a gash on my left palm.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Wait. Are you right handed or left handed?"
"Mother! I'm right handed! Duh!"
"Then what are you griping about?"