Rannie tha cat -- who has been being quite a pill this morning, including trying to bite my bare leg twice -- was finally good enough for long enough that I could give her a little dish of olive oil without rewarding bad behavior. Shortly after, I stepped over her on my way out of the kitchen, and she dodged -- right under my descending foot!
I stepped elsewhere, Rannie called me A Very Bad Name (RrrrrraitMmmmeanie!), and disaster was averted. But it's a darned good reason to not pick up one's feet.
Did that once to my SPCA rescue-e.
ReplyDeleteIt's surprising how loud they can yowl.
She forgave me.
(After all, who wouldn't?}
*rimshot* :)
Fifty something isn't old.....
ReplyDeleteMerle
Try having *seven* cats of varying ages.
ReplyDeleteI shuffle like an old Chinese Papasan.
Cats are universally part of the vast feline conspiracy to kill us all and eat our bodies!
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, I am owned by two...
:-)
gfa
If you are not old, we call it the Lego shuffle. Don't wanna step on THOSE suckers.
ReplyDeleteSamsam von Virginia