Sitting here at my computer, happily reading posts, when I hear a yowl and that familiar "gack gack gack". There's my cat, leaning over the carpet AND my shoes, ready to barf.

I leap (ha ha) out of my chair, grab the cat to move her a few inches onto the vinyl floor, she doesn't like the idea, and stabs a claw nail into a vein on the inside of my wrist.

The cat's trying to yack, I'm trying to unhook her from my circulatory system, the other cat's hurrying over to see what she's missing, I'm yelling "OW OW OW" and my husband's standing there trying to figure who or what to grab. Holy cow.

Everything's all mopped up now, the bleeding has stopped, I've got a blue lump on my wrist, and the cat peeled out and headed under a dresser. Just another day in the life.