I got attacked by a cat. Seriously.
Yesterday I was over at my boss' house. His wife had to take the cat to the vet. The cat loves those two, but hates everyone else - literally. Whenever anyone comes over, she runs to the bedroom and hides under the bed, and remains there until whoever she doesn't know leaves (the cat, not Dave's wife).
While I was there the cat had to be caught. Cat was caught. I took the cat. Sat down with her for a moment while the cage was being acquired. Then in a flying rage she started clawing everywhere. She ripped me under my ear, twice on my arm, once on my other arm and once on my leg (don't ask me about the leg, don't know how that happened).
I make it sound worse than it is, but all I got was some scrapes. That cat even swiped my boss' wife in the face. Fortunately it was just a little scrape.
Talk about rude.
As far as I'm concerned, that lil' bugger can stay under the bed whenever I come over there.