About two hours ago, this story was not so funny. Now, however, after the bleeding has stopped and the welts have gone down, it's hilarious.
My cat scratched my vagina. Read that again, it says what you think. No, I'm not kidding. Yes, it hurt.
This is what happened:
Strider gets settled in for a nice snuggle on my legs, one is underneath the other which is resting on my coffee table. Like a "P" shape where kitties love to snuggle.
Todd sneezes, cat freaks out, jumps off of me but does NOT scratch me at all. I glare at Todd, who promptly apologizes and promises not to sneeze while the cat is laying on me.
Less than 3 minutes later, Strider is back on my lap and Jack is happily cruising around the coffee table. He attempts to climb under my legs while squatting and manages to faceplant. The thud scares the crap out of Strider, who has decided he's had enough with the terrorizing from the people in this family and launches off my lap with full force, claws desperately grasping whatever flesh they can. This happens to be my belly, right along my c-section scar, three puncture wounds on the opposite side of the scar and my who hoo. It bled. It stung. I cried.
Then, I promptly called people that would enjoy laughing at my pain because really, after the pain subsided, it was quite funny.
That's the story of how my cat scratched my who hoo.
OMG, that's horrible and it makes such a great story! I would have spit out my coffee had I been drinking any! :D I hope your hoohoo is feeling better!
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