[AAAAA]

As God as my witness this is all true, nothing is exaggerated in the slightest.

We wanted this to be a special Christmas. My youngest son will be leaving for the military this summer and who knows where he’ll be next year. My mother even decorated her house. This is something she hasn’t done since my father died several years ago.

The holiday season kicked off with a bang when my mother slipped coming down the stairs and broke her ankle on the 20th. This had the added misfortune of making me the holiday cook at her house. She has a brand new kitchen and spent a fortune on her counter tops and NOTHING touches them without a placemat, trivet, or wooden cutting board underneath it. Not even dishes. So needless to say I was not looking forward to cooking in this new beautiful kitchen that is mainly just for show.

Then I was scheduled to work on Friday the 24th. I NEVER work on Fridays, it never occurred to me to ask for it off since it is one of my regular days off. This postponed my trip by a day and a half. I ended up working late, my mother called several times to find out when I was leaving. My son was scheduled to work until 6, which is something that never happens either so my husband and twins had to leave 5 hours after the other kids and I.

My mom asked that I bring the puppy with so she could see her. I didn’t really want to because her dog is not pet friendly and it is a big hassle keeping the dogs separated. In the end I did agree to do this.

When we finally got to my mother’s house everything was going well… for about a half hour. Her dog ended up in her crate which was expected. The puppy wanted to go out so I opened the door. My mother’s male cat wanted in at the same time.

This cat is HUGE. People do not believe how big he is until they see him for themselves. I am 5’7”. When the cat stands next to me his tail easily meets my hips. At his last vet visit he was 32 lbs. He is not fat, a bit on the lean side if anything. He’s just a HUGE cat. A Maine Coon mix for those of you that are familiar with them. He also has “mits” so he has 8 claws on one paw and 10 on the other.

He has never had a problem with dogs before. He’s never shown any fear of anything. He had his own Rott for years. For some reason he took an instant disliking to my puppy. I decided to bring her out the back door instead to allow the cat to come in the front door. He refused to come in the house and instead decided to come around back to stalk the dog. The puppy was not used of the steps on the back porch so she was leery of walking down them. I took that opportunity to calm the cat down. I pet him and talked to him. He returned to his normal stance, his hair went down and he started purring. I decided to pick him up and put him in the side door so that there were no further issues.
At that precise moment the puppy decided she COULD go down the stairs. I had almost picked the cat up and he slashed me in the face and neck; barely missing my eye. I have a perfect paw print on the right side of my neck; the whole left side of my face is slashed; the right side of my nose; I had two black eyes, and although I have been assured my nose isn’t broken only badly bruised, it hurts like it’s broken. I went in the house to clean the wounds, freaking out everyone there. We have a family friend that is a doctor and she came to look. She informed me that at least two of the wounds would require stitches.

As the doctor finished her exam my daughter’s phone rang. It was her father and he was asking her when she last filled her wiper fluid. She said “dad I can’t talk now, the cat slashed mom in the face and Dr. K says she has to get stitches.” It turns out he was asking because he stopped to fill it on the way up and discovered a deceased cat on her engine block. There was a big storm the day she came home from college. In fact she had to park her car an hour away and have her dad come get her in the four wheel drive. At this point apparently the cat crawled up in the car to get warm and met his demise.

This all seems to be a lot. But other highlights of the weekend are: someone accidentally turned the stove off while turkey was roasting, delaying dinner by several hours. My daughter ended up with a concussion after hitting her head at the in-laws. My one year old car decided that this was the trip it was going to act up, nearly stranding us on the way home (which turned out to be water in the gas line).

Ho, ho, ho, how was your Christmas?

Oh my I see your holidays was NOT restful

Ours was good if a little tense as we had my mum staying who likes to interfere with the children a bit so hubby and her had a 'tiff' but are ok now lol.

[Yoda]

What an adventure - it sounds like a movie script!

Hope all are recovering.

[lynn P.]

What a hectic Christmas this was for you and so sorry you got injured (((AAAAA))). Who would ever think the cat would turn vicious like that. Make sure you keep the cut very clean and I hope it doesn't leave scars. It's definitely a strange set of events.

My Christmas was nice and on the quiet side. I picked out my own present - I wanted this fantastic down coat from Roots and it's the warmest coat I've ever owned. When I take Bella for her walk I don't feel a thing. My oldest daughters birthday is today on the 28th and my youngest in on Jan 6. We got my oldest a beautiful Casio keyboard because she's learning piano and she's passionate about singing. Sorry your holidays were so frantic and unusual and I hope you heal well.

[peejcrafter]

Originally Posted by AAAAA

As God as my witness this is all true, nothing is exaggerated in the slightest.

We wanted this to be a special Christmas. My youngest son will be leaving for the military this summer and who knows where he’ll be next year. My mother even decorated her house. This is something she hasn’t done since my father died several years ago.

The holiday season kicked off with a bang when my mother slipped coming down the stairs and broke her ankle on the 20th. This had the added misfortune of making me the holiday cook at her house. She has a brand new kitchen and spent a fortune on her counter tops and NOTHING touches them without a placemat, trivet, or wooden cutting board underneath it. Not even dishes. So needless to say I was not looking forward to cooking in this new beautiful kitchen that is mainly just for show.

Then I was scheduled to work on Friday the 24th. I NEVER work on Fridays, it never occurred to me to ask for it off since it is one of my regular days off. This postponed my trip by a day and a half. I ended up working late, my mother called several times to find out when I was leaving. My son was scheduled to work until 6, which is something that never happens either so my husband and twins had to leave 5 hours after the other kids and I.

My mom asked that I bring the puppy with so she could see her. I didn’t really want to because her dog is not pet friendly and it is a big hassle keeping the dogs separated. In the end I did agree to do this.

When we finally got to my mother’s house everything was going well… for about a half hour. Her dog ended up in her crate which was expected. The puppy wanted to go out so I opened the door. My mother’s male cat wanted in at the same time.

This cat is HUGE. People do not believe how big he is until they see him for themselves. I am 5’7”. When the cat stands next to me his tail easily meets my hips. At his last vet visit he was 32 lbs. He is not fat, a bit on the lean side if anything. He’s just a HUGE cat. A Maine Coon mix for those of you that are familiar with them. He also has “mits” so he has 8 claws on one paw and 10 on the other.

He has never had a problem with dogs before. He’s never shown any fear of anything. He had his own Rott for years. For some reason he took an instant disliking to my puppy. I decided to bring her out the back door instead to allow the cat to come in the front door. He refused to come in the house and instead decided to come around back to stalk the dog. The puppy was not used of the steps on the back porch so she was leery of walking down them. I took that opportunity to calm the cat down. I pet him and talked to him. He returned to his normal stance, his hair went down and he started purring. I decided to pick him up and put him in the side door so that there were no further issues.
At that precise moment the puppy decided she COULD go down the stairs. I had almost picked the cat up and he slashed me in the face and neck; barely missing my eye. I have a perfect paw print on the right side of my neck; the whole left side of my face is slashed; the right side of my nose; I had two black eyes, and although I have been assured my nose isn’t broken only badly bruised, it hurts like it’s broken. I went in the house to clean the wounds, freaking out everyone there. We have a family friend that is a doctor and she came to look. She informed me that at least two of the wounds would require stitches.

As the doctor finished her exam my daughter’s phone rang. It was her father and he was asking her when she last filled her wiper fluid. She said “dad I can’t talk now, the cat slashed mom in the face and Dr. K says she has to get stitches.” It turns out he was asking because he stopped to fill it on the way up and discovered a deceased cat on her engine block. There was a big storm the day she came home from college. In fact she had to park her car an hour away and have her dad come get her in the four wheel drive. At this point apparently the cat crawled up in the car to get warm and met his demise.

This all seems to be a lot. But other highlights of the weekend are: someone accidentally turned the stove off while turkey was roasting, delaying dinner by several hours. My daughter ended up with a concussion after hitting her head at the in-laws. My one year old car decided that this was the trip it was going to act up, nearly stranding us on the way home (which turned out to be water in the gas line).

Ho, ho, ho, how was your Christmas?

Sorry your Christmas was so rough. I hope the new year brings you and your family joy and peace. peej

[AAAAA]

It has only been a few days, but the cuts that they used the dermabond on are healing nicely. There is nothing they could really do for the slash in my nose, nor the bruising. It is my nose that hurts the most. I am very lucky, he came very close to my eye. It could have been much worse!

I don't know what is going on with the cat. He was jumpy all weekend, this is very unlike him. The only other time he acted like this is when he was accidentally caught in a live trap. Perhaps that is what happened again. Last time the only reason that the person setting traps came forward was because he'd injured the cat.

I told the son that is leaving that he'd better save the pictures. When he is talking with his military buddies next year there is no way anyone could believe that his all happened to one family, let alone in one weekend.

[kikki27]

Originally Posted by AAAAA

As God as my witness this is all true, nothing is exaggerated in the slightest.

We wanted this to be a special Christmas. My youngest son will be leaving for the military this summer and who knows where he’ll be next year. My mother even decorated her house. This is something she hasn’t done since my father died several years ago.

The holiday season kicked off with a bang when my mother slipped coming down the stairs and broke her ankle on the 20th. This had the added misfortune of making me the holiday cook at her house. She has a brand new kitchen and spent a fortune on her counter tops and NOTHING touches them without a placemat, trivet, or wooden cutting board underneath it. Not even dishes. So needless to say I was not looking forward to cooking in this new beautiful kitchen that is mainly just for show.

Then I was scheduled to work on Friday the 24th. I NEVER work on Fridays, it never occurred to me to ask for it off since it is one of my regular days off. This postponed my trip by a day and a half. I ended up working late, my mother called several times to find out when I was leaving. My son was scheduled to work until 6, which is something that never happens either so my husband and twins had to leave 5 hours after the other kids and I.

My mom asked that I bring the puppy with so she could see her. I didn’t really want to because her dog is not pet friendly and it is a big hassle keeping the dogs separated. In the end I did agree to do this.

When we finally got to my mother’s house everything was going well… for about a half hour. Her dog ended up in her crate which was expected. The puppy wanted to go out so I opened the door. My mother’s male cat wanted in at the same time.

This cat is HUGE. People do not believe how big he is until they see him for themselves. I am 5’7”. When the cat stands next to me his tail easily meets my hips. At his last vet visit he was 32 lbs. He is not fat, a bit on the lean side if anything. He’s just a HUGE cat. A Maine Coon mix for those of you that are familiar with them. He also has “mits” so he has 8 claws on one paw and 10 on the other.

He has never had a problem with dogs before. He’s never shown any fear of anything. He had his own Rott for years. For some reason he took an instant disliking to my puppy. I decided to bring her out the back door instead to allow the cat to come in the front door. He refused to come in the house and instead decided to come around back to stalk the dog. The puppy was not used of the steps on the back porch so she was leery of walking down them. I took that opportunity to calm the cat down. I pet him and talked to him. He returned to his normal stance, his hair went down and he started purring. I decided to pick him up and put him in the side door so that there were no further issues.
At that precise moment the puppy decided she COULD go down the stairs. I had almost picked the cat up and he slashed me in the face and neck; barely missing my eye. I have a perfect paw print on the right side of my neck; the whole left side of my face is slashed; the right side of my nose; I had two black eyes, and although I have been assured my nose isn’t broken only badly bruised, it hurts like it’s broken. I went in the house to clean the wounds, freaking out everyone there. We have a family friend that is a doctor and she came to look. She informed me that at least two of the wounds would require stitches.

As the doctor finished her exam my daughter’s phone rang. It was her father and he was asking her when she last filled her wiper fluid. She said “dad I can’t talk now, the cat slashed mom in the face and Dr. K says she has to get stitches.” It turns out he was asking because he stopped to fill it on the way up and discovered a deceased cat on her engine block. There was a big storm the day she came home from college. In fact she had to park her car an hour away and have her dad come get her in the four wheel drive. At this point apparently the cat crawled up in the car to get warm and met his demise.

This all seems to be a lot. But other highlights of the weekend are: someone accidentally turned the stove off while turkey was roasting, delaying dinner by several hours. My daughter ended up with a concussion after hitting her head at the in-laws. My one year old car decided that this was the trip it was going to act up, nearly stranding us on the way home (which turned out to be water in the gas line).

Ho, ho, ho, how was your Christmas?

Wow all of that I would not even have energy how is your nose now?Big huggs I believe you about your cat we had a very big cat and she eats a lot she dont know when she is full.Do your cat eat a lot?

[AAAAA]

They are my mom's cats. She has two. The female is very large for a housecat, but the male is much larger by far. A fifty lb bag of dry cat food lasts almost three weeks. They also eat tuna and canned food. My mom stores the open food in a tall kitchen garbage can to give you an indication of the volume. They are older now, the female is less active so they do eat less than they did when they were younger. I was amazed. I didn't even know they sold cat food in fifty lb bags.

The male has been able to kill a full grown fox. They have become a problem in that area lately. The local DNR officer did not believe that a cat could until he actually saw the cat in question. He is the size of a medium sized dog, although he winds himself up into a ball to try to fit in the kitty condo. His head is next to his hind legs sticking out of the hole, but he's "in" there.

My nose is still very sore, thanks for asking. I have allergy issues and used to blow my nose frequently but now I have to really think about whether it is worth the pain.

[KathyM]

AAAAA - It took me a while to get up off the floor from laughing so hard. You couldn't have given your son a better gift before he heads off to boot camp. Horrific stories like that usually turn out to be the most memorable and bring the most joy down the road. He'll probably have everyone beat when they swap stories on family get togethers.

Sorry you had to pay the price. The things mothers have to endure for their children. Um....you might want to think about saving one of those pics for next year's Christmas card.

[BugsyMalone]

Wow... what a hectic Christmas period! I hope everything gets a bit calmer in the New Year for you and your family, and especially good wishes and gratitude for your youngest when he goes to serve

[AAAAA]

The Christmas card thing is a cute idea, but I don't think so. My two year old nephew wouldn't come near me, he was scared to death. His mother mistakenly said "It's Auntie, she got an ouchie from the cat, don't you hope she feels better soon." At which point he started looking at SIL's cat very wearily.

I do know that the photos we were taking on the spot, along with our general attitude made the doctor that came to the house nervous. She's been a family friend all of our lives. She babysat for me, I watched her kids, my daughter has taken care of her grandkids. But I think deep down it put her off. Our attitude must has seemed so crazy, but it had just been an exhausting day. At that point it was laugh or cry, we decided to laugh like fools.

[kikki27]

Originally Posted by AAAAA

They are my mom's cats. She has two. The female is very large for a housecat, but the male is much larger by far. A fifty lb bag of dry cat food lasts almost three weeks. They also eat tuna and canned food. My mom stores the open food in a tall kitchen garbage can to give you an indication of the volume. They are older now, the female is less active so they do eat less than they did when they were younger. I was amazed. I didn't even know they sold cat food in fifty lb bags.

The male has been able to kill a full grown fox. They have become a problem in that area lately. The local DNR officer did not believe that a cat could until he actually saw the cat in question. He is the size of a medium sized dog, although he winds himself up into a ball to try to fit in the kitty condo. His head is next to his hind legs sticking out of the hole, but he's "in" there.

My nose is still very sore, thanks for asking. I have allergy issues and used to blow my nose frequently but now I have to really think about whether it is worth the pain.

Yw yeah thats a lot of catfood

[lonegael]

Oh AAAAA I am so sorry you got smacked soo badly! we have had Christmases where the oven ot turned off and all that, the roof started leaking, the kids went nuclear, etc, but that takes the case. You know, Coons are great cats, but i heard they can get a bit loony sometimes, and when they do, they are just so big that they can really wreck havock. Hope that nose feels better soon dear. What a nightmare! Hpe the New year comes offmore smoothely!

Sorry that you had such a rough time.I hope you heal quickly. When I was younger I had a terrible phobia of cats. I would not leave my house if a cat was in the yard. One day while I was at the local fish store waiting for my takeout lunch order I glanced over the counter and saw what I thought was a golden retriever asleep on the floor.After a few minutes he got up and I then realized it was a HUGE cat! Needless to say I almost had a stroke.lol
Wishing you a quick recovery and a very Happy New Year.

[Perna]

Oh, my! And I thought my Christmas Eve fall was bad (broken nose, stitches, wrecked knee, 4 hours in ER; my hands are fine, I used my face and knee to catch myself with), I'll have to tell my husband your story so he won't feel so bad

My female cat is part Maine Coon, she was a huge kitten but never got much larger, is a "normal" size cat, maybe a little larger than most females. Our red male tabby though is large and heavy. He's overweight but also very strong/muscular and fond of not being held/contained so has slashed my husband a couple times trying to get away when we try to get him in a carrier to take to the vets or something. Normally he's the sweetest cat though, very dumb (thinks you're petting him when you're pushing him away, will not take, "go away" seriously).

[AAAAA]

LOL that sound very much like Toby Perna. He uses his size to his advantage. When he wants to be pet you'll pet him. PERIOD. Even when you try to move him he'll stretch out and go limp so there really isn't much you can do. It's easier just to pet him.

He's much larger than my mom's Yorkie, but he tolerates her pinning him until he's had his fill and he'll sweep her away effortlessly.

I do think your knee trumps my face Perna.