Monday, February 05, 2007
But he was always so quiet!
Look at this face.
Isn't that just the most precious thing ever? Isn't it adorable? Surely an ickle sweet fluffy pussycat like that wouldn't try to kill his owner.
OR WOULD HE?
*cue scary music*
That ickle sweet fluffy pussycat has a bad habit of trying to escort me down the stairs and getting under my feet instead. I've been thinking for months that I'm going to trip over him and fall to my death sooner or later, and this morning it nearly happened. I was going down to turn off the heat, he was trotting down half a step ahead of me and weaving in and out of my legs, and then I slipped while trying not to step on him and fell halfway down the (thankfully short) flight of stairs.
I took the bulk of the impact in what might delicately be described as the "lower back," but was really more like the "upper butt." OMG, the pain! My ass is going to look like a Goth rainbow in a day or two -- seven different shades of black and blue. I suppose it could have been worse: two inches to the left and I'd have broken my tailbone, two inches higher and I'd have pulverized a kidney. It hurts anyway. Plus, now I know that my cat is a homicidal maniac.
I hate Mondays.