HopeSheFloats
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iboats member 'Hostage' started a thread about 'gifts' from the family cat.. so as not to infringe upon his thread, I thought I would post this separately as it is quite long.
Thanks Hostage for bringing this out of the depths of my memories.
On occasion, we have had our share of 'uninvited visitors' to blatantly try to claim public domain of our residence, which our cat would not tolerate.
This story would be one of those occasions.
It was a quiet evening. The Mrs & I were laid back in the recliners watching some movie or other. Of course as habits have it, the Mrs started to drift off to sleep. The TV volume was low, the dogs comfortably sprawled out at our feet, even the neighborhood seemed unusually noise free this particular
night. Even our cat 'Spaz' was off silently on patrol.
It wasn't long before I heard the rustling pitter patter sound of the cats paws, become a full-out sprint across the kitchen floor. Then silence once again. Hmmm, I thought, its not like ol' Spaz to miss his target and quite frankly, I was kind of disappointed in the lack of any sickening wails of defeat from his victim. Oh well, he is getting a few years on him, guess he still deserves credit for having the heart to hunt. I went back to watching whatever was on.
By now the Mrs had ventured into a flat out fully reclined position, and pulled up a blanket she had by her side. It wouldn't be long before she would be completely off in zzz-land. And...she might have made it, if Spaz hadn't thought that, that moment was the perfect time, to show off, that he still 'had it' skill wise.
In what, to me, seemed like slow motion, I watched him proudly strut through the dining room, mouse held firmly{and still squirming by the way}, right up to the foot support of the recliner my wife was contently resting upon. He sat there for a moment, I presumed, waiting for acknowledgment of his valiantly won battle. Turns out, He has no patience in this department, and decided he would forcefully get the attention he desired. With a single bound he lept up and over the smaller dog and onto my wife's chest, trophy still hanging from his mouth.
I'm still not sure to this day, if it was the weight of the duo landing on her that woke her, or the laughter I could not contain, but rest assured whichever it may have been, her eyes opened wider than what I had previously been led to believe was humanly impossible.
Free HBO couldn't offer better entertainment as far as I was concerned. I don't recall who flew higher into the air...the cat, the mouse, my wife, or the blanket. I had tears from laughing so hard. It was short lived though I'm afraid to say...the wife landed on her feet, much like a cat. Unfortunately this was one time our cat didn't land so graceful... Oh no, he just had to land on my back while I was bent over trying to control my hysterical snorting. He was not de-clawed by the way!
In the end things worked out OK, the mouse came back to earth a nano-second before and directly under the blanket. I then somehow managed to entangle said mouse in said blanket, and defensively zigged and zagged my way through the violently thrown arms of my wife, as though it was all my fault, and made my way to the back door to terminate Mickey's life.
Thanks Hostage for bringing this out of the depths of my memories.
On occasion, we have had our share of 'uninvited visitors' to blatantly try to claim public domain of our residence, which our cat would not tolerate.
This story would be one of those occasions.
It was a quiet evening. The Mrs & I were laid back in the recliners watching some movie or other. Of course as habits have it, the Mrs started to drift off to sleep. The TV volume was low, the dogs comfortably sprawled out at our feet, even the neighborhood seemed unusually noise free this particular
night. Even our cat 'Spaz' was off silently on patrol.
It wasn't long before I heard the rustling pitter patter sound of the cats paws, become a full-out sprint across the kitchen floor. Then silence once again. Hmmm, I thought, its not like ol' Spaz to miss his target and quite frankly, I was kind of disappointed in the lack of any sickening wails of defeat from his victim. Oh well, he is getting a few years on him, guess he still deserves credit for having the heart to hunt. I went back to watching whatever was on.
By now the Mrs had ventured into a flat out fully reclined position, and pulled up a blanket she had by her side. It wouldn't be long before she would be completely off in zzz-land. And...she might have made it, if Spaz hadn't thought that, that moment was the perfect time, to show off, that he still 'had it' skill wise.
In what, to me, seemed like slow motion, I watched him proudly strut through the dining room, mouse held firmly{and still squirming by the way}, right up to the foot support of the recliner my wife was contently resting upon. He sat there for a moment, I presumed, waiting for acknowledgment of his valiantly won battle. Turns out, He has no patience in this department, and decided he would forcefully get the attention he desired. With a single bound he lept up and over the smaller dog and onto my wife's chest, trophy still hanging from his mouth.
I'm still not sure to this day, if it was the weight of the duo landing on her that woke her, or the laughter I could not contain, but rest assured whichever it may have been, her eyes opened wider than what I had previously been led to believe was humanly impossible.
Free HBO couldn't offer better entertainment as far as I was concerned. I don't recall who flew higher into the air...the cat, the mouse, my wife, or the blanket. I had tears from laughing so hard. It was short lived though I'm afraid to say...the wife landed on her feet, much like a cat. Unfortunately this was one time our cat didn't land so graceful... Oh no, he just had to land on my back while I was bent over trying to control my hysterical snorting. He was not de-clawed by the way!
In the end things worked out OK, the mouse came back to earth a nano-second before and directly under the blanket. I then somehow managed to entangle said mouse in said blanket, and defensively zigged and zagged my way through the violently thrown arms of my wife, as though it was all my fault, and made my way to the back door to terminate Mickey's life.
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