Ok, so no one believes that pigs can fly, but let me assure you that cats can! It was only the other weekend when Allie, our madcap cat, had her maiden flight across our living room.
Perhaps I should clarify. She had a little help with lift-off. Christine was up from Pompey for a weekend of rehab (how's that going, by the way?), and we were all a little "tired". Me more than the K and C. Which, if you know me, is very unusual state of affairs!!! I decided in my less than sober wisdom to leap onto the deflating airbed C had been sleeping on. I must point out that C encouraged me to do this, but I don't think she knew a certain Ms. Allie Mack was dozing on the edge of the bed. I can't use that as an excuse as I registered her there but didn't think, "hmmm, cat on airbed, light, me hitting airbed at full pelt from standing, heavy..." Oh no, not me! All I know is that I ended up on my back on the airbed and Allie flew past me to the left, looking stunned. She performed a 360 degree turn and landed on our dining table; paws spread wide and eyes even wider, before scrambling like "wylie coyote" and hot-footing it out of there!
I only wish I had been where Kat was, as Allie went whizzing past her ear, only an inch from landing on her head. Dammit! ;) A few hours later, when we had all stopped laughing (well Allie wasn't laughing - I'm sure she'll see the funny side when the room stops spinning), we were able to reflect on how it could have been much worse, and not at all good! So, RSPA, please don't come for me, as I had no intention of harming our crazy cat and I won't do it again, Officer.
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Helen was drunk and in fact aimed to land on Allie.
Send her down I say!!!!
Too bad no one had a video camera!
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