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[phosfate]

Bitten by cat. WHAT THE HELL, MAY? JUST WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?

ETA: My first reaction, after washing the holy living hell out of it, was to douse it in Scope. Apparently most of my medical knowledge comes from Sixties Westerns and Lost.

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[violetisblue.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. If it broke the skin get some antibiotics or you'll have giant potato fingers like Mary did.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Ran inside, washed the fuck out of it, doused it in Scope, put on Neosporin and bandages. It does anything, I am SO in the ER.

[teenygozer.livejournal.com]

BAD KITTEH! BAAAAAD KITTEH!

Seriously though, a cat bite can get infected very easily, if you get the slightest fever or the area of the bite turns red and painful in the next couple of days, go immediately to the hospital. My husband needed intravenous antibiotics when he got bit by our kitteh!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I will. I've seen it happen with Mary and Cleo. Mostly it just hurts from the skinholes.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Agreed. I never have trouble with cat scratches or bites, but I've known folks who had serious infections from a little bite or scratch.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Chococat!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

XD

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Ah, one of those rare posts that make me kinda glad I'm allergic to cats and can't therefore OWN any. 'cuz I'm almost sure I would, otherwise.

*hug* Sending good anti-infective vibes your way.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

He just lives around here. We're buddies and all. I was closing the living room window and there he was:

"Simon?"
"Row."
"Oh my God, how ARE you?"
"Row."
"Wait right there!" I scurried out. I haven't seen him in months, and had been a bit worried that he'd been roadsmushed.

So we're out there on the driveway doing the bondin' and pettin' thing, when he freezes and looks under my car, into the next yard.

"What?"
"Hhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"What? Is this an actual thing outside your head, or just an inside head thing?"
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I follow his glance, and it's the teeny grey kitty from up the block. I completely fail to understand the situation. "Oh, she's all right. Don't worry."
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Seriously, man, you guys date underneath my window again, and AGH YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!"

I've never had a boy cat. I didn't realize that petting one when a girl comes around is a crappy idea. Because he either sees you as a rival or a substitute, and either way, it's bitey time.

Quite the bite radius for a relatively small cat, too.

[finabair.livejournal.com]

Ouch. That's not the way you ever want those conversations to end.

...so do you think you were a rival or a substitute?

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

I vote he wanted a 3-way and didn't know the words for it in human-speak. Nipping is like a whole sub-category of feline-speak, y'know.
*nodnod*

EDIT: No, I'm not off my meds.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. Biteys are a cat's way of saying Take me you lustful primate.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Oh, absolutely.

That or 'Die Monkeyspawn!', it's something to do with the cant of the ears?

It's not an exact science.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I don't think it matters. Most cat sex seems to be hatesex anyway.

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Even the the tale is full of woe biting, I'm delighted by the retelling.

[ashenmote.livejournal.com]

That is not on. I will look reproachfully at D!cat and P!cat today for the wrongdoings of their species.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Nono...they're not to blame...omg blooded martyr etc go on save yourselves...cough...

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

ANN GOT THE CAT SCRATCH FEEVAH! Dun dun dah, dun dun dah-dun, dun dun dun, DAH DAH!!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

;_;

[wolfy-writing.livejournal.com]

Apparently, I'm the only one who gets bitten/scratched by cats, does nothing about it, and has nothing happen.

Although my last cat bit me a week before it was old enough to get rabies shots. So I had to spend that week watching to see if it suddenly stopped drinking water, went generally insane (and I dare you to try to work out what's insane behavior for a cat) or die. Peace Corps very generously offered to mail me rabies shots if it did. But, again, nothing happened.

But listen to everyone else, on account of them being far more sensible than me. Not only have I actually been on the receiving end of the "You might want to stop hugging the girl with leprosy," conversation, I then got the same thing about the girl with tuberculosis. So I am not one to consult about disease risk.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Pudy used to savage me on a regular basis, but we shared a house and had the same germs. Simon is a neighborhood cat, and, well...god knows what kind of kitty clap he picks up on his rounds.

My greatest worry was that I'd end up in the ER with swollen cat-hand, and they'd want to track him down and section his brain. I WOULD NEVER HAVE BLABBED, SIMON!