This was at 11:30 at night. My girl(a 13 yo cat)sleeps at the foot of my bed. I laid down next to her, not real close, maybe 12-18 inches away. Was telling her what a good girl she was, but she was giving me the stink eye. I know that look, "Get out of my face human". So I went to get up.

As soon as I moved, she made her move. One claw caught me on the inside of my right nostril, bridge side. Hurt like hell. I screamed and instinctively put my hand up to my nose. When I took my hand away it was covered in blood. The coverlet was covered in blood, the sheet had blood on it. I got up to run into the bathroom. Left a trail of blood on the (thankfully) wood floor. The bathroom sink and counter had blood all over it. Never saw so much blood in my life.

Couldn't stop the blood. Packed my nose with gauze and tissue. Had a pile pf bloody tissue on the countertop. Then it stopped as quickly as it started.

Spent the next half hour cleaning up the blood.

My darling cat continued to lay on the bed watching me.

She really is a sweet cat, but it was bedtime and she just wasn't in the mood for mom bothering her.

Nose still a little tender this morning, but no more bleeding.

I commuted over that bridge to and from Boston for almost 20 years. There may be more spectacular, modern, historic bridges in the world, but to me this was my life, whether going to work, a Red Sox game, an event at the Gardens, shopping in Downtown Boston, volunteering at the Boston Marathon, we got there by going over the "the Bridge".