So I was in my normal position - reclined on the couch with my laptop propped up on my knees, writing an email to a friend when the cat decided that she just HAD to take that moment to jump up onto my chest (she's been doing that a lot lately. It's especially fun at night when I'm trying to go to sleep...and even more so when she decides to knead her little claws into every exposed piece of skin she can find).
Little did she know that I had protection today. Sitting on my chest already was my breakfast - instant cream of wheat with brown sugar and raisins.
In one mighty leap, she jumped from the floor to what would have been her favorite set of pillows...but instead was a bowl of warm mush. She instantly rebounded back to the floor, spraying me with cream of wheat in the process. Fortunately, the glob that found the laptop hit the one spot devoid of any moving parts (bottom, left corner, next to (but thankfully not on) the glidepoint), but there were plenty of other globs in my hair and on my clothes.
Now there are probably little kitty paw prints all over my house. And I, who had actually gotten a shower last night and was CLEAN! am clean no longer. Neither is my favorite hoodie that I had just put on.
Stupid cat.
She's already eyeing her spot again.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
For Breakfast: Cream of Cat Foot with Brown Sugar and Raisins
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2 comments:
Sounds like something my cats would do!
Hahaha -- that's such a funny story. I used to have one that would literally attack me for Baked Tostitos, and another that frequently "mistook" my left shoe for a litter box.
Cats: you can't live with them, and it's really socially unacceptable to make handbags out of them.
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