I just had a really funky experience. A beautiful grey little kitty was wandering around....I'd never seen it here before.
Being the fruitcake that I am I gentled it into coming to me after about half an hour of 'cat talking' to it.
I wasn't happy to find it was a young male...discovering this as it backed up to my raspberry bushes and started shaking its adolescent little tail. (spraying)
After coaxing I got it to come to me and it purred and lovey dovey'ed and I thought I might (as it was happy and willing) hoist it to my arms for a snuggle....
at which time all hell broke loose and the little sh*t commenced to ripping half the skin off my arms and gnawing not very gently into my forearm at which time I commenced to let loose the little demon and let him find his petting and comfort elsewhere
so much for my wild kingdom conquests
I will now attempt the uncomfortable process of pouring peroxide on my gaping gashes and slather antibiotic ointment and bandaides over my injured pride....
and teach the dog what 'get the bad kitty' means
not really
dang

I'll have to take a couple of days off of splitting wood
gee that's too bad!