As if I haven't had enough trips to the hospital in my 2.5 years of marriage (and only once for me from the first car accident)...I had to go back the other day.
Between my husband and my cat, I'm not sure who's worse.
Cat knocked over a glass cake stand, and most likely the sound scared the crap out of him, so he jumped down near the broken glass. Ended up with a little cut on the back of his hind leg above his paw. Took him to the animal hospital, didn't need stitches or anything, and no glass in the wound, thankfully. But he was bleeding pretty decently, so the vet put a bandage on him (at least it wasn't pink!).
Did I make you think I had to take James to the hospital?
Like father, like son
(Btw, James suggested I make this post, lol).