So, Mother took the kitten outside this evening. All went well, and she had me come out to see that he'd flopped over on one of the paths the dogs have worn along the fence, looking all chill and relax and adorable... So I picked him up, had him all chill and relax, and Mother was petting him...
When Tucker barked at something beyond the fence. It freaked the kitten out and he clawed her hand(Again, because he'd gotten her a few days ago), and as I was trying to detach him from her hand, he got my arm, so we dropped him, and he took off for the back...
At least this time the battle wounds aren't the cat's fault. As in, he wasn't just being a douche, he wasn't irritated, he had been startled by the dog's doing. Tomorrow, there will be photos of my own battle wounds, both from the other day(Some are healed up a bit already and harder to see), and today's. I'm just glad his nails went UP my arm, not ACROSS, or I'd be at the hospital right now to get my arm bandaged for heavy bleeding.
Kittens... Are painful.
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