I was sitting quitely on the couch watch Leno and/or Letterman, with my noble companion Scooter sleeping on my lap. My neighbor tends to knock on doors very loudly, and as she did (looking for superglue at midnight, hmmm…) it startled both me and my trusty feline. I may have jumped a little, but he jumped a LOT. He is declawed in the front paws, but not the back. I now have a three inch gash on my upper, inner, right thigh, an inch and a half from my “boys” (yes, I measured it). Bled a good bit for a cat scratch. Had he twitched in his sleep before that know, that particular claw could have been, say, an inch and three quarters further up the leg, well, I can just hear the “plop” as the right-hand-side member of the pair hits the floor.
For those cat-haters out there, he was punished.
For those cat-lovers out there, he survived the punishment.