The step going down is too narrow to manage that - it’s a ridiculously narrow staircase. And it’s carpeted, so a squirt gun would make the stairs slippery. The main thing we need to do is never give her any attention when she decides to lie there, really. I have a lot of difficulty using stairs at all due to arthritis, so this is a bit of a worry, but I’ve learned how to fall well.
I have trained get not too go in my bedroom - some people say cats can never be trained, but they can sometimes. These days even if the bedroom door is wide open she just sits at the door and looks in curiously.
More than once Gladys(one of our cats) has tried to trip me up in places where I could definitely get hurt or killed. When I try explaining to her that if I fall she could killed, she gives me a glare that says “and I’ll still have eight lives left-Bring it on!”.
There are any number of situations in our house that could result in injury and possibly death of me and/or the cat. The solution is always to train the human, not the cat.
The family cat Widget thinks I am wonderful, apparently, and is always around. Always underfoot. One day in the kitchen I took a step and she really was underfoot. I shifted so as not to actually step on her and fell on the floor. I broke a toe.
My late cat Will was a BIG black cat. He loved to lay around in the darkest parts of the house. One night I was coming around a corner in the hallway and realized he was laying there. I swung my foot around him, smashed it into a bookcase and broke my toe. He didn’t even deign to notice.
Yesterday one of our cats came flying in from the catio (I think a raven was perched on the fence) and ran head first into hubs’ leg while he was walking. Face plant was avoided, kitty just hit his head so we weren’t too worried about him.
callie (or cally weve never decided on how to spell her name is) a large and rotund felive that has no problem getting in my way when shes hungry and has almost killed the both of us on more than one occasion as im also furry and rotund as she is but im heavier …
1.Getting high in the beams and howling like they are dying, therefore insisting I climb up to save them. I’ve fell a number of times. Nothing is ever wrong. Maybe too much dust or something.
2.Jumping off the top of the door as I get close, making the door move. I’ve hit my nose on the door more than once.
3.Jumping on the pendant lights, after a moth, over the island. 2 have crashed onto the island. Glass everywhere and a pissed off cat.
4.Walking the kitty dance in and out my ankles on the way down the stairs every morning. I’ve had many near misses.
5.I fell off the deck and broke my shoulder trying to keep my special needs Yorkie from falling off.
6.Been bitten, scratched, knocked over many many times.
Aside from all the usual ways my cats have tried to kill me as others have outlined above, I also have the near-death experience of my large, normally placid Thoroughbred gelding freaking out at a pair of calves running around behind us as I was trying to lead him from his turnout into the barn, plunging into me at the gate. He knocked me down (my head narrowly missed smashing into the fence post), half reared, and one front hoof came slamming down onto my ankle.
Luckily the ankle didn’t break, he moved off me, and I never lost hold of the lead rope as he towered over me. I managed to haul myself upright on the fence one-handed, claw the gate open, and hobble up the drive and into the barn using my still distraught horse as a crutch.
Well, yes, I could.have let go of the rope, but he’d have bolted back out to the field and I would have had to hobble out after a terrified horse in the gathering dusk with a storm approaching and, assuming I could catch him, persuade him to go past the demon horse eating calves again. So not an option, even with a thousand-plus pound panic-stricken equine ramming down on my ankle.
LOL, my kind of people! My latest feline adoption (after losing two elders within a month of each other) is a 17-year-old skinny hyperthryoid boy. Total sweetheart who wants nothing more than laptime, sunny spots to nap in, and (thankfully!) lots of his prescription wet food. He’s chowing down behind me as I type this.
I’ve only had him since last Sunday, so he hasn’t had time to try to kill me yet.
I have one of those black cats that always tries to bite my ankles and trip me in the dark. The dead creatures she leaves on the floor are a threat. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a bloodied head on the bed.
My two dogs have been trying to kill me by planting themselves in the doorway between the kitchen and the table. Had to step over them when I was trying to eat, carrying food and silverware.
I finally showed them though! I got the kitchen remodeled and got rid of the wall and doorway. $25,000 fix to my murderous dog problem!
They still manage to be under my feet all the time though. All 100 combined pounds of dog. I’m pretty sure I am only in tai chi so I can safely walk around my dogs.
