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When our baby girl was 4 months old or so she shred the **** out of me because we were having a potential flea problem and I NEEDED to comb/see/treat her.*Yep, that's about the size of it!*
She fought. I insisted. She fought harder. I didn't back down.
She let out the "HELP I'M A BABY AND SOMEONE IS KILLING ME" and I let go and she ran of, laughing her little butt off. OMG, brat. (BTW, I *love* this cat!!)
She wasn't having it. Wasn't having this daily grooming crap. Sickly little 4 pound cat kicked my ass by shredding my arms and legs...and hands...and feet.
I'm ashamed, but...not ashamed. (Cause it was funny.)
If anyone notices scars on my arms today (which I have, from her) I tell them BS stories of crazy stallions slamming me into barbed wire, and trying to contain cattle and being slammed into a fence. "Remember that nutso stallion? ....yep, clean slammed me into the barn wall. I'm lucky I didn't break an elbow......"
Truth? 9 week old kitten beat me up.
I can admit that. Kind of.
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This happened a few weeks ago again.
I think I might have a problem.