What’s love without a little PAIN? So I got into a little cat fight. By a little I mean my face was mauled. By cat fight I mean, cat fight.
Miss Roxy, startled from the sound of a mocking cucaracha or what-have-you, launched from the bed full force one night at 3AM and took tiny pieces of my facial skin in her back claws. Those chubby, stout toes apparently can still stretch out evil mean claws.
I was very upset (but not at her…oh the forgiveness of a mother) at the possibility of looking like Scarface forever. This pic below was 24 hours after I cleaned the wound and the blood had coagulated. I should’ve taken the initial zombie pic with sticky blood running down my face.