In Which Ella Gets Attacked by Pushkin

I got attacked by a cat this morning. While I was trying to put a very reluctant and terrified Pushkin into his cat carrier to take him to the vet, he managed to wiggle free from my clutches and claw me and my shirt while leaping across the room to hide behind some guitars.

I now have a sliced palm, a bunch of very long scratches covering my arms, two punctures, and a brand new shirt from Banana Republic that has blood stains and holes in it.

Needless to say, I am not exactly pleased with the situation.

However, Pushkin has forgiven me for the visit to the vet, and I have forgiven him for decorating my arms with scabs and ruining my shirt. It looks like he’ll be sleeping on my bed again tonight.

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