So… I come back from church today, and I say “HEY. I think I’ll play with Keane today.” (Yeah, Keane is a cat. HAHA) So… I get his toy out of it’s corner and he’s getting all rowdy over a few red feathers and a little bell. Then, I decide that was enough for a while so I put the toy down and he ATTACKS my hand. Literally attacks my hand. Now I have two deep cuts on my wrist. Now I look like I’m trying to kill myself. Huuzaaah!