Feel free to stop now if you are squeamish...but it's a pretty funny story.
The other night I fell victim to one of the aforementioned bloody noses.
I ran to the sink but managed to gush quite a bit before shoving a tissue up my nose.
Bunny (my MOM'S dumb cat) likes to be in the middle of everything and jumped up on the counter to see what the fuss was all about.
Before I could stop her she reached out and stuck her paw right in the puddle of blood in the sink.
I tried to grab her but was holding a tissue to my nose with one hand and was a bit distracted... what with losing so much blood and all.
She got away.
And she licked it!!!
The bloodlust took over and she attacked.
"It's got fangs!"
Kidding. No fuzzy bunny attack.
But there were little bloody footprints all over my counter and carpet...