A couple of my girls are in heat right now. I keep the boys and girls separated at all times anyway. They're all immediate family but since they're beasts, they don't care about stuff like that. Thus I have a bucket I take around to all 3 litter boxes to empty them out. Yesterday after putting the boys outside, I couldn't find the poop bucket. I thought I had left it by the door. I thought I could open the door quickly and grab it. Oh boy, what a mistake that was.
When the chaos calmed down and I had everyone separated again, I had a long bloody scar all the way along my left forearm to help remind me to go through the motions of putting away my cats properly before I open that door.
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