I was put in hospital after a feral cat got into the house chasing our own cat. Stupidly picked the little ******* up without thinking and ended up having my hand/wrist shredded. Thoroughly washed it and doused it surgical spirit, woke up the next morning and it was a bit sore. Went to work, got to lunchtime and my hand was twice the size and felt like I was about to pass out... long story short, I ended up staying in hospital for 2 nights with nurses injecting me with antibiotics every 4 hours to fight the infection that was taking over my whole arm!
Still love the little furballs though
Anyone else see the irony in them sending him a letter about this?