And what’s worse, the hamsters ate my post.
Here it is again (good thing I hit ‘copy’):
Imagine, for a moment, my living room. It is a lovely downtown apartment, and the living room is long and narrow. At the street side is a bay window with a window seat in it. After the window comes, on the north wall, a small desk which contains my computer and its paraphernalia. On the south wall, my cat tree. Idyllic, isn’t it? But like many such places, the coziness hides sinister lurking things.
It’s a marvelous cat tree. It is a series of carpet-wrapped cardboard tubes, with platforms every foot and a half or so, and it rises all the way to the ceiling, where it is anchored by a metal bar with a rubber cap at the top and a spring at the bottom.
It was $20 at Wal-Mart. It is tan. The cats love it.
Not five minutes ago, I was sitting here at my computer, reading ‘A Really Geeky Rant’ and eating a KitKat Dark (a wonderful idea whose time has more than come).
The tuxedo cat, Puck, was resting on the cat tree. My back, remember, is to the room, and I am facing the north wall.
And suddenly there is terrible pain from nowhere. It hurts so badly that I almost drop my KitKat Dark (which would be a terrible tragedy).
Yes, my floor-to-ceiling cat tree has somehow released its anchor, come crashing down, and hit me on the head. Puck ran away, then came back to sit on the window seat where he is now staring at his fallen tree with deep confusion. Cats don’t like change. I don’t like heavy things hitting me on the head unexpectedly. Neither Puck nor I is getting what we like tonight, though.
So I’d like to curse Wal-Mart, who sold me the cat tree. I’d also like to curse the people who manufactured it for 6 cents an hour in a cat merchandise sweatshop in Belize. I’d like to curse the person who built this building more than a hundred years ago, for if the ceilings were six inches lower then perhaps the thing would have stayed anchored. And I’d like to curse Gravity, without whom the cat tree would have hovered safely above my fragile noggin.
Darn you all. Darn you to heck.
And the question remains- it all happened so quickly, that there was pain long before there was comprehension of the cause of the pain. My back was to the cat tree. So how did it hit me on the nose?
Owie.