I was standing at the kitchen counter making some coffee, when I felt tiny hands on my butt. This is the cat’s way of saying *“Excuse me Mother, but if you would be so kind as to give me a morsel of whatever it is you’re preparing, I’d be ever so grateful.” *He usually just raises up, lightly pats my butt, then sits back down.
But today he combined it with his morning stretch, so the claws came out.
He inadvertently grabbed a handful of my shorts, and got his claws hung. He pulled and tugged and down they went.
At this point, I’m yelling at him, his claws are still hung, and he’s freaking. Meanwhile, I spilled the non-dairy creamer I was holding, and it landed on the cat.
The dog, who has built-in radar for fallen food, shows up and starts licking the creamer off the cat, while I’m trying to untangle the cat and myself from my shorts.
Then my son came in to see what all the commotion was about, and was very helpful by saying " Mama! Pull up your pants!"
I told him the cat’s claws were hung in them. So he reaches out to help me. The dog, in the midst of his non-dairy creamer bliss, registers arms reaching to take his food source away, and emmits a low growl. My son, decides it’s too much for him and retreats to the other side of the room. I finally managed to grab the cat’s arm and pull him forward enough to unhook his claws.
Now, the cat is hiding under the bed and my coffee is cold.