I am a natural born drama queen so everyone takes my suffering with a grain of salt in my household. When I came into the house, whining and drama full on, J took one look and asked, "Why would you stick your hand in the middle of a cat fight?" Men can be so moronic at these times. I'm not looking for common sense; I'm looking for the poor baby treatment. I'm looking for the, "Oh you noble woman who spared Greyfur from an epic butt kicking," treatment. Of course I didn't get it, then again I never do, but I keep trying.
So here I am on day two, (and three), using peroxide to open the wounds and drain the pus and two fingered typing and now... Now, that I am all red, green and pouffy, now I am getting sympathy. Well it's about time. So all I can say on how to break up a cat fight: Use a garden hose, or a broom, just not your hand.