elisabeth

Bad kitty!! I have a couple of nasty scars that run down the inside of my right forearm from about halfway to my wrist up to my elbow.

My cat was an indoor cat at the time, and I used to have to pick him up whenever I answered the door or he'd run out. One time, I grabbed him to get the door and the person on the other side sort of bounded through when I opened it, and it scared the crap out of poor Samuel L. I had to bandage up my entire forearm to work (I was cocktail waitressing at the time) and it looked like I'd tried to kill myself.

Good times!