When I was a kiddy we had quite a few cats,
but just one me!

Any way, my folks went out one night leaving me under the charge of a young babysitter.

On arriving back home they found splashes of blood up the walls. Going further into the house they found more blood, everywhere.
In the living room they found the babysitter, in tears, 'I'm sorry' she was crying 'I couldn't make it stop'.

Terrified my mother ran upstairs, the trail of blood still continuing.
But there I was, safe and sound, sleeping in my bed.

Eventually they found the source.
Our Siamese cat.
He had cut the pad on his paw and had run round the house shaking it everywhere.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Thu 28 Oct 2010, 13:15, Reply)