Lazing around on my bed with my newspapers spread out. I’m reading the littles(I call it) Tossing garbage pages as I go. I have a small Amazon box beside the bed.
Meeko the cat loves this “game”
Its a “if I fits, I sits” kinda thing.
I cannot believe the way her liquid body can twist and turn in the small box.
My plan was to ball up pages. That seemed likely to cause newspaper balls batted allover the house. So I was neatly folding the pages and pressing them down when I could get them, even, in the box.
Meeko had moved on to shredding one small folded packet of sale papers.
I was reading an article on declining populations of penguins. Had my nasty protein shake in one hand sitting cross legged bent over the paper.
I was reading and pondering why I was sitting in this awkward position to read a longish article, when to my left I hear a Siamese cat “under my breath growl” with a hiss at the end. Punctuating the significance of the communication.
Before I could take the drink thing from my lips and swallow I see a bag of white smoke fall from over head. WTH?
My drink flew from my hand, magically newspaper exploded and flew allover the bed. All mixed up(boy, I hate that).
I’m no longer crosslegged. I’m pasted flat against the head board.
Funny how you notice small things in these moments; a tuft of cat hair floating lazily down, a sale paper covering my foot, protein shake wet spot on the wall.
And a freaked out Siamese cat, arched back, mouth open. Screeching cat language curse words. Oddly directed at me…in the middle of my bed standing in a pile of unreadable newsprint.
I’m not real sure what to do.
Now, I can’t be certain, how it happened.
I don’t know if Bear the Siamese, fell, flew or was truly trying to commit kitty-cide. From the beam.
All I know is he was down and mad. As mad as I’ve ever seen him be.
He was floofed up. Every hair on end unless it was shooting out of his hide on to my bed.
There was a cloud of it floating in the air.
I sneezed. And said human language curse words.
Time sped up. Dogs were barking, cats were screaming. Maybe a few fireworks!
Ivy was standing in the door saying something like “what the heck is going on?”
I yelled “move”!!
The cats gather themselves and run through Ivy (I swear they ran thru her, not around her).
When I can move I walk to the laundry room and 2 rare Siamese Flying cats are taking baths, sitting on the dryer.
Like nothing happened.
I guess the news was not very important. The paper was sacrificed. Couldn’t even save the crossword puzzle.
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