BeachHead

He said: This week's Friday Cat Blogging is about Psycho Ninja Cats (PNC's).  As some of you have witnessed, when the cats decide to fight, it is apocalyptic.  Fur flies, furniture is knocked over, and the screaming is nerve-shattering.  We usually part the champions by throwing a blanket over them, or putting a chair between them.  Water can do the trick, but seeing as how it takes a few gallons, it's not a practical indoor solution.  We then whisk one of them away and sequester them for a bit.  Yesterday morning, while on my way to the shower, a war broke out and I grabbed Milo to carry him off.  Still overcome by jungle-rage, Max darted after me and launched himself into my thigh with teeth and claws.  Three puncture wounds, two three inch gouges, and a handful of long scratches were the result.  Note to self - grab Max, not Milo.  I'll punish him later by putting rubber bands around his ears.

The sheer amount of fur that comes off in one of these bouts is amazing - I'm surprised the cats aren't bald yet.  Fur in little wisps and large clumps float through the air and accumulate all over the apartment.  It may be time for a Roomba.  Cat-scratches swell in humans, but in cats they produce eschars - long strings of scab material with hairs sticking out of them.  For the morbidly curious, here's a zoomed in shot.  It's gross, but it beats pictures of my bloody upper thigh.

She said: Groady.