Jeb was trying to find a place to sleep.  He is hiding because he is afraid of his sister Dundee.  She is always chasing him through the house and beating him up.  He doesn’t realize that he is a big boy and Dundee is a lot smaller.  He could easily win in a fight, but he has never stood up for himself.  He always runs away while crying like a girl.  He is the sweetest kitty and everyone who comes over falls in love with him!

Most people have at least one cool scar story.  These scars usually involve an unusual accident that is really fascinating.  A guy might even tell a girl a scar story with the hopes the girl will be impressed with his high pain tolerance or incredible act of bravery.  I have a scar story even though I cannot really see the scar.  But, this barely noticeable scar landed me in the emergency room.  Actually I have two scar stories, but I will save the other one for another time.  I realize that most of my blobs involve some sort of injury.  I am very klutzy and accident prone.  So it wouldn’t be a story about me unless it involved some loss of blood.

I had just gotten my first apartment.  At the time I got my apartment I was still in college and living in the dorms.  It was almost the end of the school year and I was moving my stuff from the dorm into my new apartment.  My friend from the dorm was helping me decide how to decorate and where to put stuff.  She was going to stay with me during the summer because we where both going to take summer classes at the local college.  She was helping me move my bed which included the mattress and bed frame.  I was pushing it against the wall when I realized that the bed frame didn’t look right.  I guess because it was backward.  Apparently the part that is supposed to go against the wall had this sharp piece of metal that slightly protruded out.  Which, was probably why it was the side that was supposed to go against the wall.  I did not see this piece of metal as I was moving the frame.  I must have moved my leg up so that I could push the frame with my leg and hands.  I wanted to take a break and I stopped moving the bed.  I wanted to get a drink of water so I walked into the kitchen.  As I was walking I noticed that my pinky toe felt a little weird.  I looked down and saw a small puddle of blood that followed my trail.  The corner of my pinky toe was just hanging there.  I didn’t even feel it happen.  Which is funny because whenever I get a paper cut on my finger it feels like it might fall off.  But when the corner of my pinky toe is actually falling off I don’t even notice it.

I sat down on the kitchen floor and showed my toe to my friend.  My friend was studying to be a nurse so I thought naturally she would know what I should do.  She saw my toe and the blood and immediately drew a blank.  She said “I can’t remember whether to apply heat or cold or pressure?”  She said “put it in warm water, no wait put some ice on it.”  She said “I can’t remember if it is hot or cold that stops the bleeding or makes it bleed more?”  We were laughing at the time because we both drew a blank and because here she was studying to be a nurse and didn’t know what I should do.  Something about my accident was hilarious to us because all we could do was sit there and laugh.   It was like the sight of blood and a part of my pinky toe hanging there made the part of our brain that is responsible for rational thinking stop working.  Then the thought came to me like a brilliant revelation I asked “should I go to the hospital?”  I don’t know why we had to think about this as the puddle of blood grew in size.  I mean did I really think I could walk around with the corner of my pinky toe just hanging there?  Since I apparently thought this was funny and my brain quit working I called the one person who could tell me what I should do.  I called my mother.   I called my mom and I talked like I was just calling to shoot the breeze.  This is what I said to my mom “I cut the corner of my pinky toe and it is just hanging there it is also bleeding, should I go to the hospital?”  Since I sounding like it was a normal day my mom said “did you really cut your pinky toe?”    I said “I really cut my pinky toe.”  I think I might have been laughing I can’t remember.  Then all of the sudden she said “go to the hospital!”  Apparently she was the only one with a working brain and so we went to the hospital.

The doctor comes in and sees my toe.  I thought they would just stitch me up.  I had never had stitches so I was not feeling fond of the idea.  He said I did a pretty good number on my toe, but I was lucky I did not hit bone or my nail bed.  He also said that it was a clean precise cut and I must have hit the metal just right.  Well, I aim for perfection when I want to cut a piece of my toe off.  I already had a tetanus shot so I was good in that department.  The nurse scrubbed my toe with soap to get any dirt out and that didn’t feel nice.  She was scrubbing my toe with intense pressure, like she was trying to remove a stain that was hard to get rid of.  I thought she might accidentally scrub the corner of my toe right off.  I didn’t really need it anyway.  Maybe I was like a starfish and my toe would regenerate.   Then after it was sparkly clean the doctor did something to my toe I did not think was possible.  He glued the corner of my toe back on.  That’s right glue.  I’m getting charged who knows how much money for something I could have done at home.  I know how to glue things.  They taught me this in kindergarten.  I could have even duck taped it, that is what a lot of people do to fix things.

They made my toe whole again.  As we get ready to leave I realize that I walked around the hospital with bare feet carrying my shoes.  I guess my thinking was that I would like to add an infection to the open wound as I walked around with it exposed.  Or maybe I was thinking that the hospital was pretty sanitary.  After all sick and diseased people don’t hang around there.  Now that I’m all glued up I now realize I am not going to be able wear shoes.  My friend tells me to wear her chancletas.  She is Spanish and even though I took seven years of Spanish I only know about ten words.  I had no idea what chancleta even meant.  She couldn’t think of the English word so she just handed me her flip flops to wear home.  I realized chancleta meant flip flop.  That day I learned I could get glued back together unlike humpty dumpty.  I also learned a cool word for flip flop.

Zoey is always really sure of herself!  Even though she is always confident she is one sweet kitty.  She is very sensitive and is always checking on people when they are sick or upset.  Whenever we watch television and someone is crying she will run around the house looking for them.  She hates to see people upset.  Her favorite show is American Idol because singing is one of her favorite things.  Her favorite song is “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” the Judy Garland version.  She cannot resist that song whenever we sing it she comes running to us.  It doesn’t matter where she is or what she is doing she always will come.

Dundee is always somewhere interesting.  She isn’t a very big kitty so she is sometimes hard to find.  She blends in with things and fits into tight spots.