exercise injuries I wasn't prepared for

My cat apparently really doesn't like it when I do yoga. He spent a large part of this morning's workout sitting on the ottoman and yowling at me with a concerned look on his face while I stretched. C'mon, cat, I'm not in that bad a shape that merely holding my arms over my head is going to cause me to keel over and thus deprive you of one of your thumb-having minions that can open the cat food cans and the doors.

The unexpected injury came about while I was in the middle of the Warrior II pose; note the outstretched arms? So did he. He took that to be me doing my best impression of a jungle gym and launched himself off the chair behind me to dangle from my forearm. I'll let you guess how long he managed to stay there before falling off and taking a bit of my arm with him. I suppose this means that in addition to a mat and blocks, I'll need to add hydrogen peroxide and bandages to my list of props.

Sheesh. It is actually pretty funny, now that I've stopped bleeding.