One winter afternoon, my cat returned to the house in a panic, bleeding from one paw. He’d ripped a claw on something, so we cleaned him up and decided he wasn’t going outside for a while.
Since there was a light snow on the ground, I decided to investigate by following his paw-prints. They led on through the yard, across the street, and into some woods behind the neighbor’s house. Given the distance between prints, I figured that he ripped his claw while racing back home, probably on rocks or hard ground.
Of course, anytime we let him out, we wondered what he was up to. A gentleman in Germany wondered the same thing about his cat, so he rigged up a tiny digital camera to hang from Mr. Lee’s collar, and thus began CatCam site.
My friend came home a couple of days ago to find her inside walls splashed with blood. The kids weren’t there and she freaked out, thinking they’d been murdered.
It turns out the dog had cut her tail and every time she wagged it a new stream of blood spurted out…