After an evening of cruising with some people from work, while on our three week vacation, I returned to my home in the sky quite "well done"... pissed to be impolite.

So, I flopped on the couch and tried to read double line email. Darn things, they were all doubled up. Two of each. Stupid box. Stupid boxes.

Crawled off for night wear. (Hey, did not walk, that's how bad I was getting... oh, could have, but at 43 years of age I am not going to collide with objects anymore... I have had my cage rattled enough while auto racing, thank you.)

Listened to the midnight news on the two radios at my two bedsides, and got ready to flop....

When I saw a pool of blood on the floor...

I mean a small pool! I checked me right away, cursing myself for being such a fool. Checked my head. A buddy punched me (jokingly) earlier. No, I may be numb, but I am not bleeding from anywhere. Nothing hurts!

OK... 4 Candidates.

Cleo! No she is fine, just disgusted with me.

Next victim... "The Vet". There is enough blood in this cat that the Feline Red Cross sends her mailers... She is fine.

Oh no! We are down to the lightweights, Bella and Tippy, who cannot afford a small pool of blood. Suddenly, I am very sober.

"Bella!" *grab!*... "Hello?... just fine, thank you".

Tippy must be it, he is bigger than Bella at least... oh, here he is, licking at the scab on my left heel, which was torn off when I took off my sock.

Yuck! That has been there for a while, a victim of breaking in new shoes, but it did leave a pool of blood. Well... a big drop might be more precise. But I thought it came out of a cat!!! I don't care if I bleed, I have lots. A cat has less than a litre.

Whew! So I have a hangover to nurse. I thought I had a broken cat!

Tippybella, Corp... a division of Cleovelvet Inc.

Copyright © Bill Mason
July 28, 2002