Clawed on the butt...

...by an ugly tomcat!

Hammie did his usual door thing again - running outside when I opened the door to let my visiting friend out, only to encounter a big ugly tomcat outside the door hissing at him. And Hammie being Hammie just walked straight into the ugly guy, without knowing that the guy wanted to claw him. And yours truly, being the protective parent he is, picked him up and tried to bring him inside, only to be jumped by the tomcat and clawed. On the butt and thigh! So pain!

The stupid cat practically stuck itself on my butt and would not let go until my friend helped! I didn't event know what struck me! Had blood practically oozing from my butt. And there I was trying to clean my butt, ain't easy, I can tell you that, and then I heard this loud thump from the back balcony and this loud cat-fight! The tomcat leapt onto the back roof when he saw Hammie appear at the back balcony, and there were really fighting. And I wouldn't even call it a catfight - it was horrendous. And moi, the inexperienced parent ran haplessly to the balcony (of course I grabbed a towel first.. he he) and tried to stop them by poking at them with the handle of the broom, while trying very hard to not be embarassed (all I could think of was my downstairs neighbour and how he would be bitching for a week for the disturbance on his roof, bad neighbour me), but I only managed to aggravate them more.

Neighbours started to come out (and imagine me in my towel with my cute little belly, not...) and the maid next door told me to pour water on the two fighting cats. That worked. Only that both of them jumped downstairs into my neighbours backyard, which I have no access to from outside, and I had to go and knock on my downstairs' neighbours' door to go and check on Hammie, which thankfully by then was done with the fighting and was just holding fort at one corner of the yard. (I forgot to mention that I had of course by then put on a tshirt and trackpants). What a commotion. What an embarrassment to the neighbours. I think I have to go buy them a cake tomorrow.

Hammie survived his first fight. Of course he looked like he was dragged through the mud when I picked him up, with cuts all over, and probably is emotionally scarred (is there a feline psychologist somewhere?) but he has proven himself to be a man-cat. But once is enough, for me at least. So malu!