She launched herself - LAUNCHED HERSELF - from the stairwell in a howling, screaming mass of claws. I froze like I usually do when she gets evil like that, which usually works.
This time, she kept attacking. And kept attacking. And kept attacking.
She swung around my legs, climbed up my back, went for my head. She swung around my legs again before I could move... and then she went for Daniel.
The last time she attacked me was NOTHING like this. My legs look like MEAT. I bled a LOT. My arm is bruised where she made initial contact, and I do not bruise easily. If I wouldn't cause the entire night shift to shut down, I would stay home from work - I'm a stupid sobbing, shaking, bleeding mess.
It didn't even feel weird as I sat on the toilet (lid down, of course), in my underwear as Jessie and Daniel helped me with my wounds, when I won't even wear shorts around them.
My legs hurt and itch like hell, and I have to wear pants all night.
As much as I hate to say it - part of what has been causing me to cry so much - I think we need to find a new home for Bacci. She isn't safe anymore, for any of us. We tiptoe around the house as it is, and now a slightly odd noise will cause THIS? I mean, with a cat as feral as this, would she even be okay on a farm or something?
I just don't know what to do.