- Joined
- Thursday September 26, 2013
- Location
- Halifax, Republic of Yorkshire
pjgh said:Reading the first sentence, I thought, "oh, I've done that" ... but it was a little different.
Middle of the night, still watching early morning trash TV, I wanted another drink so up I got up ... danced along the landing, trotted down the stairs to feel something furry under my foot.
Lightening reactions had my other foot stamp hard, relieving potential pressure and squishage from said mog's body, bounced into thin air, hit head on ceiling, saw stars, hit bottom two steps on my back leaving most of my skin right there on the carpet and came round with that damn cat licking my eyelid.
I never did get that drink and it took weeks for my skin to come back ...
Bloody Cats!
Coon cats are fun, tho' ... they're not really cats.
Here's the bed we bought him as a baby, not knowing quite what he'd grow into ... we had no idea of his breed or background. The bed would be fine for a few years and quite happily fits either one of our older British Short Hair mogs:
He's one. One year. Apparently MCs don't stop growing 'til about 4 years old. He's well over 5Kg now. I should weigh him in again, perhaps once shitty smell has died down.
... a mere few weeks old, he'd fit into my fencing mask:
We used to wonder where he'd been to smell so bad until one bout, I had to call halt to spit out a mouthful of cat hair. The penny dropped then.
Bloody cats!
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