You, being a person not averse to risk taking, decide to pick the cat up at the risk of getting all scratched up. The cat does scratch you, of course, leaving several long red lines down your arms, on your hands, and probably several more on your torso which you'll get to see next time you remove your shirt.
By this point, you're pretty frustrated with Russell, and place him just outside your front door. "You can go be an outside cat," you tell him angrily.
"We'll see what my lawyer has to say about that," says Russell.