cat owners, How many scars ya got?

[charlie and algernon]

I counted 11 on my right hand, 4 on my left, and 1 five inch scratch on my stomach when she REALLY wanted to get down from being held, lol.

[TZ]

1. Plenty

but mostly faded now..As adults my girls have calmed down quite a bit and don't scratch except when they get startled..Now they do claw me for attention..but its more poking and pulling at clothes/hair then scratching.
But when they were kittens..Oh boy..One of them got great delight in jumping under the comfortor at night and attacking my legs....

[charlie and algernon]

2. Esther loves belly rubs, but grabbing my hand with both paws

and claws out has become her way of saying she's had enough :crazy:

[TZ]

3. yeah both of mine do that

But one, Sophie, now stops when I say "OW!" (the good kitty) and the other Smokie never really scratches that hard..she'll bite a little but doesn't like to scratch.
My girls are troublemakers but they don't have a mean bone in their bodies..:)

[MissMillie]

4. none relating to the cat

:shrug:

[mike_c]

5. I don't scar easily-- so always plenty of cuts, but few scars....

My cats are teh awesome.

[MadrasT]

6. I look like I ran into a barbed wire fence

most all the time. I foster kittens. They're wiggly little devils when they want to RUN and PLAY!!! :bounce:

[schmuls]

7. I have the usual scratches from my present cats, but I have 3 scars

on my right forearm. I was taking care of a stray cat, holding him on my lap. One of my cats appeared in front of him, and he went nuts and sank his teeth into my arm. I couldn't have screamed any louder! So, I have two teeth marks and a permanent scratch mark.

[zanne]

8. I have puncture holes in my upper legs.

Unless I have a chance to cover my legs with a throw, my cats always like to knead their claws on my thighs when I'm sitting down. (I think they do this on purpose, because there are times when they knead without using their claws.)

[MorningGlow]

9. No scars, but mental scars from having cat-scratch fever a number of years ago

There was a stray cat outside on our deck, and our fierce alpha male was glaring at him through the screen door. I came up behind him to close the front door so he didn't launch himself through the screen, and he was so wound up about the stray cat that he attacked my hand and arm (saw movement out of the corner of his eye and launched himself at it--which happened to be me). SERIOUSLY DEEP puncture wounds in the fleshy part of my hand and scratches on my forearm where he grabbed me. Much blood. Many days of fever. Bad memory. :scared: He was VERY sorry that he mistook me for The Enemy, though--took off and hid and had to be reassured that he wasn't going to be turned into a throw rug.

[Patiod]

10. She's domestic, right? Not a lion or puma or something?

True story:

I was interviewing a doctor once, and she noticed my scratched hands (doctors tend to be observant). She said "Is that from your cat? You're lucky you're not the Big Cat keeper at the zoo."

Uh, OK.

"...because one of my patients took off her shirt for an exam once, and she had scars across her whole chest, and I asked where she got them, and she said 'oh, that's just one of the cats getting friendly' and it turned out she was a zookeeper here in the city."

Went back to my hotel that night and looked up that city, and damned if they didn't have one of the largest Big Cat zoo holdings in the country. So maybe the doctor wasn't messing with me.

[Arkansas Granny]

11. I always have a few showing, mostly on my lap. My Toots doesn't scratch

on purpose, but when she jumps up in my lap she always has her claws extended, so if she slips at all, I feel it. Mostly it's like pinpricks, but every once in a while she draws blood. Other than that, the only time she uses her claws on me is if I try to touch her belly. That is not allowed.

She was a feral kitten and left me with several battle scars while I was getting her tamed. Then she decided that she liked my attention and would literally climb my legs if I didn't pick her up in time. My shins looked like I had run through a blackberry patch in shorts for a few weeks until we broke that habit.