I should have learned my lesson ... but I guess I didn't.

I was trying to teach my cat how to give me a high-five, but all that resulted in was a nasty scratch on my arm.  He scratched me very badly.  I ended up having to go to the emergency room to get stitches.

Now all my girlfriend can do is laugh at me.  (Gee, thanks for the support, Wanda!!)

My cat is actually very smart.  I've already taught Kirag how to fetch, how to say "I love you, Mama", stand up on his hind legs and beg for his food or water, come to me when his name is called, and much more.  It is absolutely adorable!  (Or at least it was until he scratched the hell out of my arm!)

When I went to work today, more people asked me why on earth I had a big bandage on my arm.  When I told them what had happened to me, all they did was laugh or shake their heads.  I ended up feeling like an absolute idiot.

Well, maybe I WAS a bit of an idiot by trying to teach my cat how to give me a high-five.  Maybe it would have been better if he had been declawed ....