Goofy cat stories.
Some cat weirdness around the house today (must be a combination of
the weather, which just turned wet, and the fact that I’ve been cleaning
for company).
12 PM. I really frightened Emmaline:
I had started the washer, and she was sitting outside the
laundry room, really apprehensively. She lost focus a little, and
turned away, and that happened to be when I turned around and stepped
out of the room. She was so startled at my “sudden” movement (read: not
predicted) that she leapt backward, and then shouted at me for a few
seconds. Long, solid, loud WAH!s. Like, “Yeeahh! You scared me!
Don’t DO that!”
3:23 PM.
<dsandler> I just cursed Albert up and down.
<dsandler> I had swept all the crap from the kitchen, hall, and foyer floors into my dustpan. While I picked up the dustpan,
Albert decided to lie down on the ledge just above the trash; with my
hands full, I couldn’t move him, but it didn’t even seem like there was
any reason to.<dsandler> Until he stretched, fell OFF the counter, and onto the dustpan, sending all that crap EVERYWHERE.
4:16 PM.
<dsandler> Albert got me good.
<dsandler> He really harassed Armand, so I went to break it up.
<dsandler> I walked away carefully, making sure he wasn’t following me.
<dsandler> Once I was sure he had lost interest, I walked away less warily.
<dsandler> I then felt kitty paws on my butt and legs.
<dsandler> He’d done a full running leap and grabbed me in the ass!
<dsandler> I shut him in the bedroom for a little while.