How did she end up with a weird bottle instead of wine? Darn grocery clerk must have been asleep at the register. Jen slouched back down on the couch and looked the bottle over. It didn't have any details, no ingredients list, nor any indication of where it was made. Maybe it was some sort of weird perfume.
Just when Jen decided to spray a little on her arm as a test, Charles, who had been slinking around god-knows-where, jumped up on the couch and slid under her arm onto her lap. Caught by surprise, Jen pressed the button.
::Psssht::
"MREEEEOWWWWWWW!!!!"
"AAAAH, DAMMIT CHARLES!" Jen cursed as she dropped the bottle. Startled by the sudden aerosol stream which caught Charles in the face as well as Jen's arm, Charles had yowled, dug his claws into Jen's arm and leg, and took off like a shot. Jen scowled at her arm, which now had little trails of blood running down, mixing with the weird spray, which had completely slipped her mind in the chaos. The bottle had rolled under the couch, but she did not notice. Sighing, Jen got up from the couch and headed for the bathroom. She knew that cat scratches could be nasty, so she had to disinfect it as soon as possible. She probably should have looked for Charles, but she was none to happy at being clawed. Besides, Charles would come out when he got hungry.
Turning on the bathroom light, Jen began rooting around for alcohol swabs and medication. Finding it in the cabinet, she stood at the sink and glanced up at the mirror.