Charlie is begging for attention. The puppy someone's tied out and left...people in this building do like to neglect people and pets--, interested Charlie for a while, with the yelping, howling and whinging...but now Charlie's bored again, and wants me to hold him and play with him.
He's in one of his "pet me, play with me--NOW" moods. I ignored him for a couple of minutes, and saw him sadly walk away into the bedroom ("mummy doesn't want me around any more")...awww. Pet owner guilt time. So, I called him back--and he literally loped in, happily bounding up to me--this cat is so expressive, there can never be any mistaking what sort of mood he's in. I mean, Charlie is enormous--he weight a couple of pounds over a stone (about 17 pounds), so you know he's happy to be called back into the room, and be petted and played with when he actually bothers to run--OWWWW!
Okay, sometimes cats get a bit carried away when they play, and Charlie just unintentionally clawed my hand instead of the plastic wand I was waving around. He hooked a claw into the meaty part of my hand, right under my thumb, bit tender there. So, I've got to stop and take care of it, as it's rather deep.
I'm fine really, just smarts a bit 'cos it's a combination pucture-tear, and those can sting. Charlie and I have both had our shots and certainly, after a lifetime of being around animals, I'm no stranger to minor injuries. Stuff happens.
Charlie senses something's wrong and is down laid down, upset with me again...I'll pet him and tell him it's okay, poor mite. He's such a sensative animal!
