Boris gets all psycho on yer' ass

Got up this morning to discover Todd on the balcony asking for a towel, hand smothered in blood.
I had woken to the noises of a cat fight so I immediately thought it was Boris blood (in which case Boris would be all but dead... it was a LOT of blood!!).
After applying copious amounts of first aid (thank goodness for the St John training!!) I learnt that it was Todd blood.

Boris had been in a scrap with the neighbours cat and Todd had attempted to split them up (apparently a bad move). Boris was a bit lost in the moment and sank teeth and claws into Todds hand, hitting one of the arteries (Mmmm, spurty blood everywhere).
At this stage the neigbour decided to engage Todd in conversation, and it wasn't a "Shit, you'd better go and deal to all that blood coming out of your hand" type conversation. We have 'savage honeymoon' neighbours...
So it turns out Boris doesn't just sleep.
It's not every day you have to hose blood off the balcony... :-S