It was Sunday morning and the house was a mess. I was vacuuming the rugs in the breakfast nook and saw that Conan, the cat, was outside wanting to come in. I reached over and opened the door for him to come in and he jumped back. I turned off the vacuum, reached over to pick him up, and OUCH . . . he spooked and sliced my hand open with his claw, right down my knuckle. I knew immediately I would need stitches. Clay and I headed to urgent care, waited for an hour, and yes, I got 8 stitches on my right hand AND a tetanus shot. ;o(. Merry Christmas to me.
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