I’m lucky to be alive after sustaining ‘car crash injuries’ tripping over my cat
I’m lucky to be alive after sustaining ‘car crash injuries’ tripping over my cat
Chris Rowley’s incident put the “hell” in Hello Kitty: He broke nine ribs, fractured his spine, snapped his neck, cracked his skull and ended up with blood in his lungs.
I'd believe it. I tripped over a cat, stepped on a food bowl correcting myself, staggered closeau-like across the room and slammed into the back of a kitchen chair.
5mm rotator cuff tear.
As if that wasn’t agonizing enough, his oblivious pet started stamping on his chest — a move he’d reportedly been doing all night, said Rowley.
He stayed injuried overnight with his cat declaring victory on his broken body. That such a sweet baby though.
I once worked with a guy who had an accident and all we heard was that he broke his leg and would be away for a few weeks.
He came back after having two surgeries, a bunch of hardware placed in his leg and he had to roll around on one of those scooter devices.
"Omg man! What happened??"
"I tripped over my dog..."
"What kind of dog do you have?"
"A dachshund..."
"Well that will never work. You need to tell everyone that you were mauled by a bear, or fell out of a second story window saving a baby from a fire. Something cool."My in-laws' dog tripped me a few years ago - I had her and our dog in their backyard, trying to get them to play and work off some energy. I started to run, because that always gets my dog going, and their dog ran in front of me. She's a large dog, maybe 50 lbs.
I somehow kept myself upright, but I rammed my elbow into my own ribs in the process. It hurt for weeks!
My ex was horsing around with her dog in the yard. Broke her leg in three places when she tripped over him. Freakish shit can happen.
It’s not the tripping part that gets you. It’s the gymnastics you attempt while trying not to land on them on your way down.
That said, give this man a gold medal.
“He suffered cat-astrophic injuries.”
Don’t ever change, New York Post.
The freak “Apocalypse Meow” accident reportedly occurred on the evening ...
"The un-fur-tunate fellow"
My ex wife's cat is one that loves to weave between the legs, especially when you are moving fast. We call him "neckbreaker" this is why.
Neckbreaker!
Toe shaker!
Bad day maker!
Don't ya trip over me!
That cat was attempting murder. Maybe he should at least be on the lookout around that cat.
My dog broke my arm just cause he decided to stop walking in front of me, that adorable jerk who I love with my whole heart!
“The cat’s adorable, and he’s only young,” he said. “I don’t take any umbrage to that, it’s just one of them things — it could have happened anyway.”
Cat: Drat! I'll try again tomorrow...
And the gold medal for underfooting goes to…
I stubbed my toe so badly a month ago that I'm still recovering from it. It took weeks to be able to wear shoes or socks without pain.
That sounds like a hairline fracture or bruised bone.
Source: I have bruised my pinky toes so many times
I probably should've gone to the doctor, but I was afraid they'd want to remove my toenail. Now that it's growing out, I can see it's cracked all the way across the base anyway, sooo... 🫠
Feline Goddess, Bastet, mi amor! Now I feel better about catching your head in the door!