I just finished working a twelve hour shift on that foot and I knew the skin had been broken but was wondering if a bruise had formed. Idk if you can tell from the picture but it’s roughly quarter-sized. The cat, by the way, moved over to the mat by the kitchen sink to finish puking.
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Is your cat named Scissors?
Lady Grey on her vet paperwork (the name my ex chose), ladybug when she’s being cute, bitch tits when she’s screaming about food, and FUCKING BITCH when she’s peeing in my current partners shoes.
Ouch. That suuuuucks.
I had a similar looking tear from someone mysteriously moving a dumbbell to the bottom of the stairs during the night. It’s always the most idiotic things with feet.
