This is one of my cat bites from yesterday. He was nibbling on my back and I reached back behind me to stop him. Just as he latched on, I yanked my arm and that’s what called the cut.
How can such a sweet kitty turn into such a monster when I’ve exceeded my time limit in HIS room? Don’t answer that . . there’s a wife here who feels the same way when the husband has been in the house too long. Poor Vince.
I’ll clean it up, use some peroxide and antibiotic ointment tonight