Last night I unexpectedly had a stress test at home and believe me, It proved to be far more effective than any the medical profession has conducted on me to date. In fact, my heart rate shot up, I experienced arrhythmias, and that familiar pounding heart beat that can keep us awake. The heart accelerated at such a rate that I enjoyed several cardio-versions immediately followed by the big one ~ ZAP as voltage coursed through my body.

I was in bed, sound asleep when suddenly a hard object crashed into the top of my head and in that split second even before I awoke, my mind registered the sound of shattering glass. Then the shrill sound of a projectile whistling through the air at the speed of sound that sounded erilee like a 200mm cannon shell and culminated squarely in the center of my ICD with a thud.

My lightening reflexes were inadequate, and I was dazed and totally terrified at what was transpiring. As I reached in the dark to explore the situation, I first felt the tacky moist flow from my head pooling onto my pillow. Further exploration resulted in the grasp of a furry long object.

My loving bride immediately yelled “what are you doing to my cat ?” At that moment I knew, my wife’s cat’s were trying to assassinate me once again, only this time it was the 40 pound aptly named Psycho Cat who had been perched on the headboard high above and pushed off a strategically placed photo off to do me in. I guess she calculated that throwing herself onto my implant would finish the job.

My wife graciously used peroxide on the wound, and placed a large adhesive bandage on the gaping wound on my head ensuring she got the adhesive into the hair. Now I’m a blonde, and have a big bald spot where she gleefully ripped the bandage off. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep last night. On a positive note, the incident did fully test all the functionality of my ICD and in fact the puddle of blood proved that I’m now getting flow to the general region of the brain so one could deduce my heart function is improving. Always half full

 

 

is getting really large. he lives on treats and seldom eats his regular food. he is a definite old people's cat and goes from one to the other not really favoring anyone to ensure he gets these treats he has become accustomed to. he is a scottish fold and is orange striped like a tiger and he has orange eyes. we are trying to wean him off treats completely. i give him the ones he hates and then of course he rejects them and then begins to wail for hours until he gets his much favoured salmon temptations treats.i have had several episodes where he has jumped from atop a table only to land on my right sided implant causing it to hurt for a few days until he does this again. his name is buford. he is going to be 4 in the spring. yes always half full jessie

 

That was hilarious...sorry you hurt your head! My boyfriend says you should write a book!!! Enjoyed your harrowing tale! That'll teach you to mount stuff above the head of the bed, huh?!?!?

 

My, I've had a few of my own as well. LOL.

My cat Maya (who ironically is around 20lbs and only 4 years old) just happens to be a cousin of Psycho-Attack Cat. For some reason she decided to trace her lineage one day, and since she couldn't write- she politely asked me to help her out. Who knew her grandcats were from the same state as you?

"It's a small world afterall. It's a small world afterall. It's a small world afterall. It's a small, small world."

With a family history like that it's a good thing I got Maya declawed, and since I got married my animals aren't allowed to share the same bed as my spouse and I. I secretly think that he's jealous of them....LOL.

Sorry for the flesh wound, but hey....at least you got your arms left, and you were an aspiring blonde anyways.

Happy T day, don't get War of the Roses on her, and "T" don't stand for Torti.

 

they don't try to kill their owners...LOL. Well....at least some don't...LOL

Sue