What happens when you take an adorable but hyper little cat, a dark room, a solid wood pointy corner and me? A massive, painful bruise.
Sunday-into-Monday late night about 2am or so, I’m getting ready for bed. Love, of course, is already long since in bed and sleeping so the master bedroom is fully dark. I drop off my phone next to my side of the bed like I always do and head back towards the bathroom. Well, Gracie is a spaz and she goes darting out in front of me and I stumble and bash my left upper thigh directly into the corner of the bed.
Take a cat….
…add a solid wood corner…
…look like this.
(As an aside, it turns out to be very difficult to photograph one’s own outer, upper thigh. And even more so that a bruise shows up on “film” as dark and ugly as it looks in person. I wish it looked as good as this in real life because in person, it’s shocking.)
All day yesterday, my leg was swollen in the bruised area. And even today, my whole leg just aches. Normally, a bruise hurts a lot when you touch it of course, but this hurts constantly and touching it is unbearable. It is so miserable. I cannot wait until the muscle stops being so sore because man, it is not fun.
Moral of the story is that cute kitties come at a price. 