So there I was, minding my own business and trying to get ready for work the other morning, when I noticed that Mama Cat was fleeing about the house at top speed in the way that cats do when they're not sure what do about something. (Remind me sometime to tell the story about Baby Cat and the boot.)
Mama Cat would sprint full out for about 20 seconds and then stop and scrabble pathetically at her own rear end and then take off again. When I finally caught her, I discovered, much to my chagrin, that she had... oh... how to say it.... left the litter box before finishing the job.
And because she's a cat, and she and Baby Cat have a combined IQ of about 6.5, and only if they're standing next to each other and there's a good dose of static electricity in the air, all she could think to do about it was run around.
So, keeping a firm hand on her, I grabbed a kleenex and dealt with the problem. And she SCREAMED at me... funnily enough, in a tone that was part "OW OW OW MY BUM OW OW OW" and part "THAT WAS MINE; GIVE IT BACK!"
I did remember, albeit not until some time later, to tell WH that one of her scrabbling stops had taken place on his lap top...
5 comments:
omg, that made me laugh so hard i cried...
Ah, yes. These things happen...
OMG....that is hysterical! And we have 11 cats (don't ask) so I can definitely see this happening exactly as you have described it....very funny:)
The poor, poor, laptop...
Speaking of matters litter-box-related, Nefertiti once again showed up while I was scooping her litter box last night, made use of it, and went on her merry way. No bashfulness in that cat at all!
Just had to comment on this because the word verification is "hewrath" which sounds, somehow, involved with WH's laptop...and its misadventures...
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