Tiger attack!

Cats are, for the most part, cute. Take my little cat, Zephyra. As of our last weigh-in, she had approximately 1/28 my mass. She is tiny – that's the first thing most people notice about her. Actually, it's the second thing. The first thing they notice is her cerebellar hypoplasia (CH). This is important for the next part of the story.

Last week, while Bonnie was at her baladi class, I finished up work and headed down to my elliptical trainer to put in some cardio time. Zephyra decided to run ahead of me, which for a CH cat is closer to the zig-zag dash they teach soldiers to use when there's a sniper around. So I had to avoid stepping on her . . . and then she lurched under my foot during my sidestep, which resulted in me putting that foot way out ahead.

As a result, I pitched forward. Of course, there was a small, fragile cat in the way, so I deliberately rolled away from her instead of falling sensibly. And as I was headed off to exercise, I had a water bottle in hand, which naturally messed up the landing.

Bam. Right on the upper right arm. The results are in the image to the right. That was caused by a 6-lb. cat. I suspect that I could convince somebody gullible that a full-sized tiger did it by smacking me with its claws retracted. It's further proof that you can't take the tiger out of the mog, anyway.

PS: The Left 4 Dead 2 demo is out! I played it some last night, and will play it more again tonight. All told, I'm happy with it. This has nothing to do with tigers and everything to do with zombies, but two trivial posts in one day would be excessive.