Fucking cats! Long story short. Cutting a baguette. Fil jumps on the counter. Distracted, I slice right through the bread and into the meat of the middle finger of my left hand. Clamly, I stopped the bleeding (temporarily) and finished making my proscuitto and brie sandwich (the rabbi would be proud). When the flow wouldn't stop, I headed off to the emergency room. 3 1/2 hours later I was discharged with 4 stitches and a dull a ache in my index finger. Fucking cats.

Pictures from the cellphone are here.