I had a long night.

Mom and I had to work on the camping houses last night. The big man set them up in the back yard when they got back from camping so they could stop smelling like fire. A rain cloud surprised us this week and all the camping house tents got really wet and two of them fell down. Me and Mom were trying to get them back up last night. We had fun, I like running around the tents and trying to grab things away from Mom.

The big man was working and he did not get home until bed time. I was outside, because it was dark and I like to prowl when it is dark. The big man was moving very slow. I went up to him and I could smell something that was not right. I followed him in the house. He did not want Mom to see him, but she went to see him anyway. It took just a minute for me to figure it out, but the big man was cut really, really bad on his leg and he was bleeding really, really bad.

I was mad! I wanted to know who did that to him! Did he get in a fight with a big cat or something? I was ready to scratch and bite somebody. Turns out he slipped and fell on something sharp. He's not all sure footed like me. Mom fussed at him because she wanted him to go to the hospital. He didn't want to go.

I don't blame him. I went to Dr. Smith's hospital one time and I haven't been the same since. I don't remember exactly what Dr. Smith did to me, but I didn't like it.

Mom finally got the big man to go with her to the hospital. I waited in the driveway. I wanted to know if the people hospital would do the same thing to the big man that they did to me. They got home way in the middle of the night and the big man had little threads on his big cut. He had a lot of the little threads. Sister had little threads like that one time when she got in a fight.

The big man limped around and then they went to bed. It was very, very late in the night.

This morning, the big man got up like nothing was wrong at all and went to work like he was just fine. When I'm all beat up like that, I like to lay around for a day or two. The big man had been gone for a while and I noticed Mom was not getting up to go to work. I don't want her missing work because she works to make money to buy cat treats and well, I really like my cat treats.

I finally attacked her feet at 8 o'clock to wake her up to go to work. Then I took a long nap. I heard Mom talking to the big man on the phone. He is doing just fine and he says the big cut and the little threads on it do not hurt today. He's tough, like me. I bet he wishes he was as cool as me too, because I really am a cool cat.