Here’s the scene earlier in the evening: Luna decides to share the drumstick she’s been working on with Cesar, deadly bones and all. I jump to fish it out of his mouth, but he is in primal meat eater mode and mistakes my fingers for the delicious chicken bones. Crunch. Crunch. Ouch. He has surprisingly strong jaws. Sprout, the 20lbs cat, decides that instead of ignoring me like he does 99% of the time, he in fact wants to protect me, so he attacks Cesar. He misses the mark with a swat and gets his claw stuck in the back of my hand and it won’t come out. He’s shaking it like he is stuck on the couch, except it’s my hand.
Chicken bone falls out, claw comes loose and Luna is a bit freaked out, crying. She recovers quickly, however, and transitions to “we need popcorn now.”
We ate popcorn. The end.
