Saturday FH and I went to a surprise party for a friend and then saw "Despicable Me". Afterward we stayed up for hours watching things on PBS; he read and I stitched. This is as far as I got.
We went to bed around 3 in the morning and then around five Castor decided to try and walk across my face.
FH took me to the hospital since it was the only place open where we could get antibiotics for me. Cat feet are not clean things.... The nurse in the ER called animal control on Castor which has really irritated me as this was not an attack of any kind. This was an old cat trying to walk somewhere and slipping.
Now I have to deal with some moron at animal control in the morning and explain the difference between a bite and a scratch.