Now to be fair, she's a VERY sweet cat (except when Marc is inciting her to revolt) but when she gets spooked all bets are off. The first time she got me, she was standing on her back legs looking into a kitchen drawer that the front panel had broken off of. I picked her up so she could get a better look into the mysterious darkness containing my spoons and forks, thereby scaring the crap out of her. She landed a solid front claw on my adam's apple and a surprising amount of blood came out.
This time, I think she had a stomach ache after inhaling a can of Fancy Feast. When I went to pick her up, she freaked out (while I was holding her) and landed a powerful rear claw into the meat of my right ring finger. Three days later and the wound is still open and a little chunk of finger-meat is gone. She seemed to feel bad about this one, but let's face it, no one likes to be man handled when they don't feel good.
And think of this: she's an 8 lb. cat. I can imagine how swiftly a mountain lion or tiger could make mince meat out of soft, pink humans like me. Remind me to always stay on the good side of our feline friends!
