Cat Bite
Posted on Wednesday, July 14th, 2010 at 4:14 pmThe month of April of 2010 was a rough one. I was laid off after giving over a month’s notice at my job (my husband and I moving back to Arizona in May), so I decided to volunteer at an animal shelter. Actually, I hadn’t planned on volunteering. I had been caring for a stray cat, Jinny, since Christmas 2009; and she happened to be pregnant. I originally contacted several shelters to see if they could take her and her babies, once they were born, and old enough. Every shelter was full, of course. Since I had been laid off and had over a month’s worth of time to spare, I figured it would be good to volunteer at one of the shelters. This would get me out of the house, hopefully help with my panic attacks, be great for a reference and I’d have an “in” for Jinny and her babies. Plus, it was a no kill shelter.
I started at the shelter 4/2/2010. I was there four to five times a week! I got to know the kitties pretty well. I came to love them, since I worked with the same ones day in, day out. Monday, May 17th we had four new arrivals, since we had a few empty cages: two kittens, one cat under a year and another 5 year old cat.
Wednesday, 4/21st, was my first day back since the arrival of new kitties. I was excited to play with the new arrivals! I went ahead and cleaned three cat cages before letting the new cat out, namedVan. Van was meowing, expressing how badly he wanted out of his cage. I felt bad for him; he really wanted attention, so I decided to clean his cage next and let him out to play. As soon as I let him out, he was rubbing up against my leg, meowing, loving up against me. I pet him once or twice while I was working on cleaning his cage. Next thing I know, while I was standing up, he comes over, stands up on his back feet, stretching his front paws up to my knees for me to pet him. I reach down to pet him and the next thing I know he’s biting my arm. Hard! As he’s biting my arm, near my wrist, I realize he wasn’t letting go. I started to freak out, imagining him clamping down on the veins in my wrist. “I’m going to bleed to death when he lets go!” I thought.
As fast as this all was happening, my life was flashing before my eyes because I had no idea why this cat was biting me so hard – and I had no idea why he wouldn’t let go. I screamed as loud as I could, but Van bites down harder. I feel my left arm go numb and then my thumb and index finger begin to tingle. Now I’m in shock, I believe. The animal shelter is located inside PetSmart (PetSmart is legally separate from the shelter and simply allow animals to be adopted at their store). If one has been to a PetSmart, the cat room is usually a small room with glass and is soundproof. I know this because when I screamed, the customers outside didn’t even look over at me.


