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My cousin Derek has a cat. She’s a fluffy calico and, as far as I can tell, she doesn’t have a name other than “Kitty”.

We were over at Derek’s house on Sunday helping out with a project for his upcoming Underground Arts Festival this Saturday. While the men were outside building an enormous stage for the festival, Ryan and I were inside with Derek’s fiancee, Nicki, cooking up ribs and shish kabobs.

Kitty was lurking around. Ryan, always the curious one with animals, started following Kitty around the house. Nicki warned, “Watch out for Kitty–she can be a little bitch sometimes.” However, Ryan creeped closer and closer to Kitty as she sat on the window sill.

Suddenly, I heard a screech come from the cat. Then a wail from Ryan. I ran over to him and saw his little red, blotchy face with tears streaming down. A trickle of blood dripped from a cut right below his left eye.

My poor boy! He had gotten the smackdown from Kitty.

I held him in my arms and applied a cool, wet paper towel to his wound. I looked down the top of his head and saw 3 scratches on his scalp. Kitty had gotten him good!

So now Ryan has a little war wound from his too close encounter with a cat. To add to it, this morning he slipped when standing on a chair at our dining room table and scraped his right cheek on the edge of the table. The kid looks like he’s been in a UFC title fight. Bring on the Neosporin.

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