I went home for lunch to do my chest and back workout and wound up with a lovely injury that will make pull-ups very interesting over the next week. Neville Longbottom, my younger cat, was chilling in my lap as I loaded up the DVD, rolling around and generally being a complete purring idiot. Then he lost his balance and rolled right off my lap. Of course he made a desperate, last ditch effort to hang on and my right hand got in the way of flailing kitty feet tipped with razor sharp claws.
I now have a 2″ long vertical gash in the meaty part of my palm on the outside edge of my hand below the pinky finger and a shallow puncture wound right below it. I’ve got a liberal amount of antibiotic ointment and a taped gauze pad over the mess, but obviously P90X wasn’t happening during lunch after that. :ouch:
I just hope I don’t wind up oozing blood from the scratch during Chest and Back tonight. Sigh. As it stands, I will have to devote 30 minutes to clipping off some feline talons tonight.
Ah, the joys of being owned by cats. :were: