My stupid cat jumped up into the cupboard tonight, or at least tried, and when he jumped, he knocked over some Mason jars that immediately smashed into a thousand pieces in the kitchen sink. He then bolted into my bedroom and hid under the bed. He knew he was in trouble, but he also had the living daylights scared out of him, so I left him alone while I cleaned up the glass. Then I noticed dabs of blood on the kitchen floor, and it wasn’t from me. So I opened some cat treats, got the cat out from under the bed and noticed he was limping on a hind leg. I fed him treats while I tried to examine his back feet. Which was fun. Eventually a shard of glass fell out of his paw. I checked for blood while he tried to squrm away, didn’t see any, then let him go before he gave me a good scratch. I don’t see any more blood, so I guess he’ll live.
I’ve never been much of a cat person.