Gracie, the attempted cat-killer

I was sitting in the living room, perusing the mail, when I heard the most awful sound. It's the sound of Gracie screeching and howling in pain. Not a good sound, mind you. The pain turned to anger and then she started barking like a crazy beast. By this time, I had rounded the corner outside to see her with her ears flat against her head, the hair on her back standing straight up from neck to tail, and a quivering body. She ran over to me, and I checked her over for wounds. Apparently, she lost the battle between her and a cat and had been scratched (or bitten) just above her nose. Great. Gracie blood. EW. The vet says to watch it so it doesn't get infected, and we had a grand time washing it with water and peroxide. She HATED it. She's fine now...after a good five minutes of digging her head into the pillow as if she was digging in dirt. She's crazy...a little wiser (maybe?)...and a little bloodier...but fine.