The other night I was half snoozing in my big recliner when the cat began nipping at my feet. I leaned forward and lowered the footrest, and he got pinched between the seat and the floor and started howling and crying. There was blood all over the place! I tried to raise the seat, but that just caused him to howl more. Terry was able to lift the whole chair up, and he escaped, unharmed. The blood, thank god, was mine from the clawing the cat gave me in his fear. It took a long time for the bleeding to stop, because I am taking Warfarin, which slows down blood coagulation. For all I've been through in the past months, this incident was subjectively the worst thing that's happened to me lately. If he had been hurt or worse I would never have been able to forgive myself.
The next day I had to go get new glasses so I could renew my driver's license. I passed the test OK and decided to also get a state ID card. Might come in handy sometime.