Last night was quite the adventure. Skyler, my cat, was on top of the freezer, and I shushed him off of it because, as he well knows, he’s not supposed to be up there.
Exactly why he chose to try and jump through the flypaper strip hanging there, I don’t know, but after he ran around the house with it wrapped entirely around his body and tail I managed to catch him. Peeling off the flypaper without leaving bald strips was only the first half of the fun. Giving him a bath for an hour, using every type of soap I had on hand in an attempt to get the stickyness off of his fur to no avail was the other half.
Having to trim the sticky fur off of his tail with him meowing at me: well, that wasn’t any fun at all. Although I have to be fair and say he never tried to scratch me once. He tried to claw his way out of the tub, yes, but he won’t use his claws on me. He loves his Daddy, you see.
Although I did get the cold shoulder for the rest of the night.
And I don’t think Norm has stopped laughing yet.
Filed under: Musings | Tagged: Experience, Humor, Life, Musings, pets, True Stories, You can't make this shit up
Damn cats.
Cats are evil. Evil, I say.
Eeeeeveeel as in ‘frueets of the the Deveeel.”
Kitteh says what?
You guys have obviously never met my cat. He’s an angel.
Norm’s cat, on the other hand, is quite the hellion.
Funny story!!
We have three cats and I luv ‘em.