Okay, since I've already started the self-humiliation, I might as well finish the story. I like to wrestle and rough-house with my kids. Same with the pets - we are always playing and goofing around. The cat we got last year has grown a lot, and is now an adolesent - about 8 months old. He is full of pee and vinegar! He likes to jump up on my desk (he's on it now as I type this) and either nap while I work - or fight. He often initiates the combat!
So Tuesday I was here and he started his match, and I'm boxing with the little fellow, and wham! He clocks me right in the left eye. I must be getting old and slow. Dropped me off my chair and to my knees, clutching my injured eye. Couldn't see a darn thing as both were tearing up. The cat is looking at me with his head cocked as if to say, "hey, I'm not done messing with you!".
Well, the jab broke a lot of blood vessels in my eye, and it started to swell. You'd think i was hit by Mike Tyson. Crusted over that night and yesterday I actually went to the optomotist my wife uses. Sure enough, it is badly bruised. She dilated it and put some eye drops in it, but it still hurts like hell. I can't blame the cat though, as I was a willing participant to our boxing match, and he just proved he's faster than I am!
Now, I know some of you fellows would have a rather abrupt and permanent answer to this "insult", but that's not going to happen.
Oh well, done embarassing myself for the day...
BUT, that is not getting whipped by a cat. Hope your self image survives. 
Anyways, that's how she came by her name.
