As I sit here typing away, loud thumping noises are coming from upstairs. Even the Gold Dog who was sleeping heavily looked up to make sure it wasn’t a marauder or the UPS man. Nope, it’s the cats stomping each other.
The Little Cat is angry and she’s taking it out on the Bad Cat. Apparently, the Bad Cat is putting up a halfway decent fight.
Unfortunately, it’s my fault the Little Cat is angry. As part of the never-ending quest to keep the feline element on the day shift, I woke up the cats at lunchtime today. They were snoring profusely on a chair in the dining room. The two humans and four dogs had been upstairs enjoying lunch for a while. Generally, our presence wakes the cats up enough so that when I move the chair, they leap off, sit around and yawn for a while. Waking them up during the day makes it less likely they’ll spend all night keeping us awake.
Today, as it turns out, the Little Cat was really, really asleep. As is my custom, I dumped the cats off the chair. Except today, I really dumped them. The Little Cat was SO asleep, she literally rolled end over end off the chair like a log and landed on the floor with an unceremonious THUD.
After a few of those tense moments where you fret that the cat is okay, we realized she was fine. Then we burst into laughter. The Little Cat was not pleased and sat there looking seriously annoyed.
Cats don’t always land on their feet. When they don’t, they become very surly.