My handsome cat, Amber, loves staying on top of my cabinet. It's his territory. While I was working, he
accidentally fell on me. Not too sure what happened, either he was playing or
was changing position while sleeping, but he accidentally slipped on the side
of the cabinet and fell on me. He was scared and automatically reached with his
front paws for something to grasp onto — and he reached my face. And yes, one of his claws accidentally
scratched my face — leaving a very lengthy wound.
Ouch!
Mrs. Scar Face! Ouchie!
I knew right away that I
got hurt. With my hand on my cheek, I felt the blood running down my face. I
run to the mirror to check the damage, and yikes, Amber almost got my eyes. The
wound is really lengthy — an inch from my right eye, down to my jaw line. I would lie if I’d say I
didn’t get upset when I saw my face. I wasn’t thinking how badly I got hurt; I
was more concerned of the scar after the wound heals. But at the same time, I can’t
blame Amber because I know it was merely an accident. My cats never did
anything in the past that would hurt me. They are all sweet to me and very
loving.
