Last night I managed to get 6 killos of airborne Bengal right in my face.
My own fault really, I was playing with Ekanath using his favorite toy, 'The Bird' while I was sat on the corner of the bed and foolishly flicked my wrist the wrong way. As the feathery bit headed right for me I realised that this also meant the cat was heading right for me. Claws out, trying to catch the feathery bit, and unable to turn because he had launched himself from the floor and was mid-air.
It's funny how the world seems to slow down when you do something that will inevitably end in your injury. Thus you are forced to watch the inevitable unfolding disaster of your own making play out in slow motion while you think, "Oh now that was damn silly," and "This is going to hurt". To be fair, as Ekanath hurtled towards me with claws out, trying to snatch the feathery toy I saw in his expression the very moment he also realised what was about to happen. I could almost read his thoughts, "Monkey Butler and I have both made very poor choices and I'm pretty sure neither of us can get out of the way in time." followed by "Fortunately this is going to hurt him a lot mo than it's going to hurt me!"
As he hurtled towards me I couldn't help thinking how magnificent they look coming right at you in full hunting-pounce mode. I also thought how much I wished I could get a photograph of it. And how much I wished I could get out the way in time!
I ended up with a cut lip, he managed to catch the bird toy and ran off with it, happy as can be.
Still, the bleeding has stopped now and I can always tell people it's a fencing scar :)