Cat scratch fever

Man, the Wubby J. sliced and diced my arm this morning! I was sitting on the floor playing with him and J wanted to brush him since it's summer and he's shedding like, well, he's shedding like a long-haired cat, basically. But the minute Wubby saw the brush, he flipped out, pushed off of my arm and left a 3-inch cut down the soft side of my forearm. This was half an hour ago and it's still bleeding. I've got four Band-aids on it, and the blood is soaking through them. And all this because he didn't want to get brushed. But I understand in a way--apparently, when I was a child, I wouldn't let my Mom brush my hair either. So I had this mop of tangly blond hair that stood up. When I look at pictures, I think I resembled a blonde, baby Einstein. I was trendy before it was trendy to be trendy!