Yup. That was yesterday.
And what made it so bad, and worthy of such a title? Well, it really wasn't that much.
We were filming a webisode for work. A series of "Good Idea, Bad Idea" snipits.
Good idea: petting a cat. Bad idea: punting a cat.
I must first throw out the disclaimer that no animals were harmed during the filming. However, one educator was, and one pretty little girl is anxiously awaiting the return of her cat.
We were using my cat, er, Ansley's cat, as a prop. Very friendly. Totally on board with the good idea. However, when it came time for the "bad idea" portion and we decided to kick a stuffed cat through the uprights at a local football field, Cat was not on board.
We simply wanted to show him being dropped while being held. Kinda like he was about to be drop kicked. And since we don't have a football field in our back yard (much to the hub's dismay), my coworkers wanted to take Cat just down the street. Not very far.
His freaking out in the car should have been my first clue. He made noises that I've never heard him make. Once the car stopped just down the street from the house, Cat jumped out and took off.
I was able to round him up, and decided to walk him just up the street to the house. However, he was not too excited about that. At.All.
He clawed. He moaned.
Once we got to the main intersection, that was it. He tore me to shreds and jumped out of my arms.
And he still isn't home. I have puncture wounds on my shoulders, and scratches all over my arms and neck. I have the most painful cut in between my fingers, and even one in my ear. Yes, inside my ear.
I know I've had even worse days. But, not only am I covered in battle wounds, and not only is my daughter's favorite ball o'fluff not home, but there was another casualty. My shirt. A favorite Old Navy shirt. Shredded.
And, if that can't qualify as a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad day, then I don't know what can.