A guy we worked with phoned up once claiming that he wouldn’t be in due to his wife being mauled by their kitten (his exact words).
A bloke I worked with years ago brought a kitten into work that he’d picked up on his way in, to take home that evening. He took it out the back of the building to let it get some fresh air and it took off out of the box and shot under an old van parked between us and a neighbouring building.
He tried everything to entice it out, but had to go home with it still underneath the van.
He came in next morning and went straight back to see if he could use food to get it to come out, which it did, eventually, and he grabbed it and got it into the box.
When he came back up to the studio he looked ghastly, a horrible pale greyish colour, and his hands were scratched to pieces!
He was sent home, after a trip up to A&E, and he was off for three days. He was a graphic artist, mind, and he needed his hands to draw with, but the only person I’ve ever seen who looked worse was lying dead in the road after a motorbike accident, and I’m not exaggerating how ill my colleague looked.