Poor Scabby-pud is limping terrible this morning. He clamped his jaws on my wrist while I was half asleep in bed and wouldn't let go. I came awake confused and in pain. Steve came to my rescue and chucked the growling hissing enraged puss away from us. Spunkles must have landed on his bad leg when he flew across the room. I'm sitting here with holes in my inflamed wrist... feeling bad for the DUMB CAT.