I swear, we have the worst luck on our walks. Here's something I thought would never happen: We got attacked. By a cat. 

Baxter seems OK. I figured the cat must have a death wish as it kept coming closer; never expected it to actually attack. But it did and Baxter screamed and ran back from it rather than tear it apart. I stuck my leg in between them and got scratched through my pants before the people came and grabbed it. Guess I'll keep an eye on both Baxter and me over the next several days to make sure we're both OK. 

I still carry my bear spray after the incident with the dogs, but never thought I might have to use it on a cat. 

They did apologize and asked if Baxter was OK. They said they normally keep the cat indoors. They were bringing groceries in and the cat snuck outside. They've actually petted Baxter before when we've been out walking. 

I'm kind of mad now that I didn't get mad in the moment, but I was just stunned. I've told Baxter if we see that cat again, he has my permission to treat it like a squirrel. 

When we got home, I wiped where it got me with some alcohol and put a bandage over it. Went to check it tonight and it's fine, but I didn't even realize it actually got me worse behind the leg. I've wiped it down and put a bandage over that spot. Fingers crossed it doesn't get infected. And extra crossed it didn't get Baxter. It almost had to have gotten him somewhere, but I can't find any spots. 

Oh man, that's crazy about Jerry. Did he get hurt? At least you tried to help him. I didn't do much for poor Baxter other than stick my leg out so I could get bit/clawed as well. 

I think Baxter is feeling worse this afternoon. He wants on the couch, but doesn't want to jump up there. I called the vet back and he said it's possible the wound penetrated down to the muscle, but reiterated Baxter should be fine. He offered to prescribe some Tramadol too to help with the pain, so I went and got that. It's funny when the vet starts trying to explain to me the different meds and I'm thinking to myself "thanks to Rocky, I know all about Tramadol ... and Gabapentin ... and Deramax, etc." 

On the way home, I stopped at the house and gave them the receipt from this morning. The woman didn't seem to be real apologetic today, but they did reimburse me. Honestly, I don't really care about the money though, I just want them to keep their stupid cat inside. Really don't want to go through that again. 

Seems a little bit better today. Some yelping, but not as much. Still can't get any push off the leg near the bite, so no jumping on the couch or bed.  No limping though. Still seems strange to me he had no problem jumping Tuesday night and yesterday morning, but can't do it now. He's been a bit lethargic, but that's probably the meds. If I open the pantry door (where the cookies are) he pops right up. 

From what I've read, it takes a couple of days for an infection to set in, so I guess today is the day if I'm going to have issues. I've got a nice long scratch on the back of my leg. Not sure if the front is a scratch or bite. The marks are still red, but don't appear any worse. I've been putting Neosporin on them; I'll just keep keeping any eye on them, but I think I'm fine. 

Obviously not happy it happened, but two things I'm thankful for: If Baxter had to get bit, that's probably about the best spot. When it first happened, I was worried the cat got Baxter in the face. Very glad we don't have to worry about any eye issues. And the weather has been warm enough here that I almost wore shorts on our walk. Not sure what my leg would look like if I didn't have some protection from my pants. 

I'm leaning toward going over to Animal Control and filling a report, just to have it on record that we were attacked.