Reminds me of a friend whose father cut of the pad of one of his thumbs (the inside part of the palm that moves when the thumb moves) on a table saw. It flew across the room, at the feet of his cat, who picked it up and disappeared out the door.

When the emergency responders arrived, they asked if he had the piece he had cut off so it could be reattached at the hospital. His response: "No, the God-damned cat ate it!"