I could do without so many bloodstains on quite so many doorsteps

OK, last time it was my mother falling on the front porch, no broken nose but long bloody scrape, neighbors helped patch her up, Jerry washed away the blood.

Last night...I was in the living room, talking to Katherine who had gone into the mudroom. Then no sound of Katherine, then what sounded like a cat screaming. But...but... So I went into the mudroom, and heard Katherine calling from outside to please open the door, and grab a towel for the blood. But if I opened the door the cats would get out...but Mac was outside, and if I opened the door he'd come in. So I did. And turned on the outside light. And there was blood.

But Katherine is fine now, and all the many scratches and bites have been Neosporin'd (antibiotic ointment) and bandaged, and alcohol applied, and she home safely. Mac is fine, too. I spent some time scritching him and petting him. There's no telling what was out there. Katherine had stepped out for a minute to toss something in the bins, and Mac went running out, tail all fluffed. He came running back, to his normal hiding spot between the garbage cans, so Katherine picked him up, which is what we always do when he does that. And Mac completely freaked out. Completely. And today he's back to normal. Though there's still some blood on the back porch.

I'm tired of this. I don't like it when people I care about get hurt. Especially when it involves blood. On our porch.