The Cat Lives

~ Bon Steele

This morning was amusing in a slapstick sort of way. My matress is currently on the floor as I don’t have the dollars to buy or build a bed frame. Its low on my priorty list most days but this morning made me reconsider that.

Picture this….lo, there is Mare. She is sleeping in her comfy bed. Blankets are piled up and around her. Indeed, only her nose is poking out into the cool air of the bedroom. If this looks like a setup of some sort, you would be right. Even now, her evil cat is plotting….

In strolls teh Macha. 20+ pounds of furry, kitty love with a blat for a meow and a sewage system Cleveland would be horrified to own. See the kitty o’doom approach the bed – surely breakfast or pettin’s are on her mind.

Oh, looks like it might be pettin’s. She’s headed for the owner’s face. She scrunches down, nose to nose with owner. She pauses there – possibly to savor the moment. And then…”BLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!” she bellows into the gently reposed face.

I kid you not people, I leapt about four into the air from a prone position. I thought my heart was gonna stop. But, that’s not the end of the fun. Oh, no. First, there was the meaty thud of my landing. The cat gave me a *look* and froze. I scrambled up and attempted to lurch towards the bedroom door.
You see this coming, don’t you?
Yeah, I then proceeded to trip over the lump of kitteh on the floor. She somehow tangled between my feet and down I went, face first. *whump*
I bet my neighbor think I lead a far more interesting life than I actually do.

11 thoughts on “The Cat Lives”

      2. Remember that boo-boo kissing scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark?

        The one where Marion says, “Well where *doesn’t* it hurt??” and Indy screws up his face and points at his elbow? Can we re-enact that one?

        heh, just got the name synchronicity….

      3. Ah yes 😀 Sounds like a good scene indeed to re-enact.

        And as for Marion – I spell mine Marian, I’m not masculine enough for the “o” so you’ll have to force one out of me.

  2. In strolls teh Macha. 20+ pounds of furry, kitty love with a blat for a meow and a sewage system Cleveland would be horrified to own. See the kitty o’doom approach the bed – surely breakfast or pettin’s are on her mind.

    OMG…you have a Snooch!!!

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    1. Except for gender and color differences. This is why I get such giggles out of Two Lumps. They are writing about my own darling cat, Macha. I loves her muchly & think she is wondermous but she is a something of a lump.

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  3. I feel no shame that, though only in my mind, I pointed and laughed.

    Be it known, Jake (our beagle) has done very similar things to me multiple times recently.

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