So, the craziest thing happened. Friday morning my mother called me, crying. Apparently one of her cats had gotten spooked by a stray outside the patio door and attacked Mom's foot when she went to close the door. He scratched her pretty good. She stopped the bleeding, cleaned the scratches and put on a bandaid - went to bed. She woke up in the middle of the night in a lot of pain - and couldn't walk on that foot. By the time she called me the foot was throbbing in pain, and she was worried about the other cat. I had to drop my kids off at school, but I said I would stop by after. Her foot was swollen and the area around the scratches was red; I suggested we go to the doctor. The doctor said it was infected, gave her antibiotics and pain pills and sent her home with strict instructions to keep it elevated. I bullied my sister into staying with her (school's out, no responsibilities). This morning Mom calls - the foot is feeling worse, and the redness is spreading. She asked if I would come look at it. I suggested she should have someone who actually knows something look at it, so she went to the ER. They admitted her - apparently she has cellulitis, is in a lot of pain, and it was a very good thing she went in, or she could have had some serious repercussions.
Ok, how bizarre is this? Honestly, I have been scratched by cats thousands of times, and have never suffered more than a little bleeding. Trust my mother to get a wild mutant cat scratch that lands her hospitalized on Mother's Day. That's my insane family for you.