I got to play lion tamer at work today. I tend to be the best at restraining unhappy cats because no matter what, I will not let go of them even if they have their teeth sunk into me and no matter what horrible noises they make. This is good because then the doctor does not get bitten. Well, we had three terror cats practically right in a row. So now my hands look like they got attacked by a starved vampire. I have at least half a dozen fang marks as well as various scratches and bruises which are all now swelling up to painful proportions. All in a days work though... Sometimes it hurts to be the best.

Bloody, bruised, and beaten huggles!