Apparently, at some point this week somebody (or somekitty, rather) hurt her paw. I realized this when I went into the guest room and saw splotches of blood all over the bed spread and the window sill where she likes to hang out. I got it cleaned up, but har-umphed about the hassle.
Then I went to the basement.
And was greeted by this.
Yeah. that's blood.
There's a little more...
Some on the couch...
And a little more on the couch.
And, you know, I don't think Veronica Breadbasket feels bad at all.
After I realized she was bleeding, I went in search for her.
I found her on top of the deep freezer, napping in a box of David's chips.
(I moved her to the dryer for the photo).
Yeah, she's not sorry.
Note: Veronica is fine. Bleeding stopped after she tracked blood through our entire house.
I'm not fine. I've got to clean up this mess!