Today I was walking to my bus stop when I spotted a black-grey cat in a driveway. I decided to pick it up and have a little muck around. I lured it to me by calling it and making noises you make to babies.
It eventually came to me, and I grabbed it. Picked it up, and started moving away from the driveway. At this point, it was fairly calm and unagressive.
A minute later I started running a bit, and this is when I got f..ked over by a cat.
It attempted to scratch its way out of my hands, but I didn't think anything would happen so I held it. But, the more I held, the worse it got.
This is how my hand ended up looking like:
So, Argonath,
DON'T PICK UP RANDOM CATS.Luckily some girl at my bus stop had a single bandaid, which I put on (what my brother) thought was the most serious of the cuts. I trusted him because I couldn't see all of them properly.
When I got to school I got antiseptic put on the cuts and bandaids put on.
(Also, don't make the obvious "lol your emo!" comments, because they're not funny and nobody else thinks it's funny. Get over it.)
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