My 1 year old boy viciously attacked me yesterday morning. He was on his perch and made a weird meow sound (which isn't unusual). I looked up at him and mimicked his sound and he hurled himself at me and wouldn't let go. I ran into the bathroom to get away from him. My 11 year old son witnessed the whole thing. He scratched my face and busted my lip open. I went to urgent care and, luckily, didn't need stitches. But I am on antibiotics. I went back home and he seemed ok but started to puff up again. I left him alone and locked myself in my bedroom. My son got home from school and was terrified to go into the house. My cat showed me his belly and wanted to sit next to me but I was so scared. We decided to surrender him to the same place we adopted him as a kitten. He has NEVER acted out this way never before and I'm sure I'm to blame. But we are terrified he might do it again and attack my son. I have a nick on my glasses. Thank goodness I was wearing them. He always seemed to want to go outside but the last thing I wanted was to see him lying dead on the side of the road. I'm sad and incredibly depressed. It's going to be an adjustment. I feel like I'm a hot mess. He's not just another cat. He's family.