Don't Trust the Six Finger'd Cat

I was trying to think of a funny way to introduce this, but I'll just come right out and say it because I think it's funny enough on its own - I was attacked by a neighborhood cat on the weekend.  You're probably saying to yourself, "that's not funny at all", but you would have laughed if you heard me shriek like Nellie Oleson in a mudfight when the attack happened.

Robo and our neighbor's cat, Pepe, were having a "cat-chat" in the laneway behind our house. 

Robo was on his leash, but not unlike the Poky Little Puppy and his siblings, he had left our yard by wriggling under the fence.When I came near to them, Pepe approached me and was purring and winding around my legs like he usually does when he wants to be pet.  So I leaned over him and started petting him.  Out of nowhere, he jumped up and wraped himself around my head - well, at least it felt that way.  He ended up putting a gash in my eyelid...

a couple of wounds on my neck (one of which is a deep puncture wound)...

 another smaller puncture wound on my shoulder and a scrape on my cheek a la Inigo Montoya.

I swear on Vizzini's grave that if that Count Rugen of a cat comes around our place again, I will fight it with a lightsabre.



Man.  The only person who says, "my name is..." more than good old Inigo is Slim Shady.