If my camera weren't always appropriated by my son, I'd take a picture of the parallel scratches my Siamese cat, Buddy, gave me last night when I tried to trim his nails. I actually succeeded in getting the front ones trimmed, but he dug his long, thick back nails into my left thigh trying to get away when I also took the opportunity to apply Revolution (anti-parasite medicine) to his upper back, which he hates. It literally looks like my leg was in a cat fight or met up with Jason. Deep, bloody, seven-inch-long red lacerations. I had to go for pre-op appointments today at the hospital before some surgery I'm having on Tuesday, and they put me on antibiotics to prevent any bad cat-scratch infection from setting in.

Buddy sometimes looks all luminous and innocent and sweet, but he's really the devil.