a lighthearted post...hope that's ok!
I just had a hilarious experience that I wanted to share with you all. I see that we've all been fairly serious with our posts today, and I wondered if I should wait to share this. Then I thought how much Mariah herself would enjoy this story and so I have decided to continue.
So I was sitting upstairs today feeding Asher his lunch in his high chair (sweet potatoes...yum), and Daisy, one of our cats, was a few feet away, perched on the dining room table and watching us. She likes to hang around during meals in case I might be getting some ham out of the fridge at some point. I wasn't paying any attention to her of course, even though she is NOT supposed to be on the table. I could sense her nosing around over there, though, and suddenly there was a wild clawing sound, cat fur flying everywhere, and the pile of mail she was next to fluttered to the ground all over the room. She leaped off the table and did two tearing laps around it, during which I noticed something white stuck to the end of her tail. I tried to cut her off because I knew where she was headed, but she got past me and tore down to the basement. Her safe spot is all the way in the back of the basement and then up into the ceiling via some storage shelves. No one can ever find her up there.
I looked around trying to figure out what had scared her and I saw Asher's bottle of Baby Advil on the table but no syringe. The people who make these medicines always unwisely put a syringe in the box for you to dispense the medicine instead of making the lid itself into a dropper. Don't ask me why. So you have to dip the syringe all the way down into the medicine to get some out and after you do, the whole thing is covered with sticky purple goo which you can't wash off right away because you've just given the baby medicine and he is in the process of deciding whether to swallow it or project it onto your shirt.
Evidently Daisy swished her (immensely bushy) tail a little too close to said syringe and it stuck in her tail fur, causing extreme panic. She has come out of her safe spot, which is the good news. The bad news is that the syringe is now gone, and I have no hope of finding it in the near future. She's always been a little jumpy. Once her cat teaser on a string wrapped itself around her tail and she did the same thing. She wouldn't play with that toy for a year and a half. Now the only thing left to find out is whether she will be forever deathly afraid of 1. the dining room table, 2. white things, or 3. the scent of grape.
So I was sitting upstairs today feeding Asher his lunch in his high chair (sweet potatoes...yum), and Daisy, one of our cats, was a few feet away, perched on the dining room table and watching us. She likes to hang around during meals in case I might be getting some ham out of the fridge at some point. I wasn't paying any attention to her of course, even though she is NOT supposed to be on the table. I could sense her nosing around over there, though, and suddenly there was a wild clawing sound, cat fur flying everywhere, and the pile of mail she was next to fluttered to the ground all over the room. She leaped off the table and did two tearing laps around it, during which I noticed something white stuck to the end of her tail. I tried to cut her off because I knew where she was headed, but she got past me and tore down to the basement. Her safe spot is all the way in the back of the basement and then up into the ceiling via some storage shelves. No one can ever find her up there.
I looked around trying to figure out what had scared her and I saw Asher's bottle of Baby Advil on the table but no syringe. The people who make these medicines always unwisely put a syringe in the box for you to dispense the medicine instead of making the lid itself into a dropper. Don't ask me why. So you have to dip the syringe all the way down into the medicine to get some out and after you do, the whole thing is covered with sticky purple goo which you can't wash off right away because you've just given the baby medicine and he is in the process of deciding whether to swallow it or project it onto your shirt.
Evidently Daisy swished her (immensely bushy) tail a little too close to said syringe and it stuck in her tail fur, causing extreme panic. She has come out of her safe spot, which is the good news. The bad news is that the syringe is now gone, and I have no hope of finding it in the near future. She's always been a little jumpy. Once her cat teaser on a string wrapped itself around her tail and she did the same thing. She wouldn't play with that toy for a year and a half. Now the only thing left to find out is whether she will be forever deathly afraid of 1. the dining room table, 2. white things, or 3. the scent of grape.
posted by Anonymous at 10:47 AM
4 Comments:
LOL!!!! oh my god... i can see it happening... :) Poor kitty cat!!! Was Asher kinda looking around, like, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT??? :)
Why yes he was...he finds the cats amazing and he was quite confused.
This is hilarious, and told as only you can tell it, LeAnn! Ha ha! I'm glad to hear about babies and kitties at least learning to co-exist in some fashion. And don't worry about the tone shift from other posts today --- I think our ability to move between humor and hurt, silliness and sadness, is really one of the best things about our blog (sorry for that over-eager alliteration, folks).
Okay, so I have a cat story, too -- not as funny as LeAnn's, but still pretty good as far as cat stories go, so I thought I would share. This morning, I was making coffee, or preparing to make coffee, and Mileena (one of our two tortoise-shell cats) strolls into the kitchen, looking for fresh food and water. This, in itself, not funny -- just wait.
You see, my mom got us a water system for our cats a few months ago -- it has a filter and recycles the water to keep it flowing and cool. Most cats would love this device -- looks kinda like a toilet, water is alway fresh, it even MOVES -- but not Mileena. Since the apparatus entered our apt, she's harbored an open hatred and distrust for it, mainly because it "whirrrsss" and moves. She slinks around it cautiously, listening for any warning of its attack upon her. She has learned to drink from it, but she does so slowly and tentatively, as though she must sneak up on it and drink without its knowledge.
So, today, she's sleepy -- still has bed head and it seems to be a bad whisker day -- but thirsty. It must be done. She must approach the whirling water dish of death. I glance over and see her walking up to the dish, but I forget her anxiety and -- too late! -- just as she's bowed before it as though it's Buckbeak, I turn on the COFFEE BEAN GRINDER. WHIRRRRR! (the thing scares Topher, so I even usually warn him.) Mileena leaps straight into the air, lands in front of her nemesis, glare at it -- and not even noticing that the sound has come from across the kitchen, -- races from the kitchen in sheer panice. "This has not usually been its practice!" she is thinking, "not to attack in this way!" Now, I'm sure she has been spending today contemplating her next battle with the water dish of doom.
(Our other cat, btw, is Kitana -- she thinks Mileena is insane and has told me so many times. Kitana wishes you to know that she has no fear of the water dish, coffee grinders, or life in general.)
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