Both Kitties 1 and 2 often come back from their tours of duty in the Helmand Province of our back garden and nearby rail embankment with assorted scratches and bruises. The white one is purple today, evidently having lost a fight with either (a) an angry, pregnant martian omflug or (b) some blackberries. The jury is out.
I suspect the majority of the damage is from the undergrowth, the embankment gives me 'Nam flashbacks and I've not even been to 'Nam. Occasional scratches from territorial disputes. The little ginger one seems to come off better, but she's a little neutronium-dense ball of fury when riled. Pity the cat that messes with her. It's like they made a cat out of Mr T's spare bits. Ginger spare bits. I think that may be wrong. Scientists, stop it!
Temporary purple kitty did put a large thorn through her eye earlier this year. That was expensive and painful. Kept the vet entertained though, since he got to play vet ER. "Ophthalmology consult, stet!" Still, she's doing her bit to ensure we get value from her insurance policy, and funding the vet's secret Australian veterinarian smuggling pathway. He's shipping them in, apparently far safer for them to practice in a country where the indigenous fauna does something other than aspire to be immediately fatal.