Nasty story... I started seeing the ex. Her female cat didn't care for me being in the apt, apparently. I was half asleep one early morn having a cuppa while sitting sideways at the table reading the newspaper. The cat sank it's claws into my leg just above the knee. I "reacted", and I am, was, quick as a cat. I cuffed her so hard with my open hand that her head bounced off the floor. She peeled gravel and went straight under the bed.

I apologized to the ex and told her she should get the cat from under the bed and we'd take her to the vet to make sure she was okay. I was very concerned. She said there was no way she was gonna try to get the cat from under the bed until I had left. I asked her to call me later. The cat was fine. We became friends. I mean the cat and I became friends.