21 August, 2009

Tiny Terror

Scott and I just finished an oh-so-healthy breakfast of fried egg & bacon sandwiches. About ten minutes ago, we were sitting in the living room, and I had the last bite of my sandwich in my hand. Elphie jumped up on the counter in the kitchen and I yelled at her, "Elphie, NO!" And she promptly jumped down.

I thanked her and turned to Scott and said that I was dreading the day when she stops listening. No sooner had the words come out of my mouth than Elphie came streaking out of the kitchen, jumped onto my plate, and bounced over my shoulder onto the cat tree. Thankfully, the last of my food was still in my hand, and the only thing on the plate was toast crumbs.

Scott swears he got bacon up his nose from laughing with a mouth full of food.

Someone please get this cat somewhere to live where she'll have more than 600 sq. ft. to run around in!

1 comment:

wickedmess said...

Awww, she was just so HAPPY!

Baxter does the same thing when all the stars align in his favor: Water bowl cleaned, litter box scrubbed, food dish full - all systems go for a major FROLIC! RUN FROM LITTERBOX TO CAT POST IN FRONT OF TV SCRATCHSCRATCHSCRATCH LAND ON NEAREST HUMAN PIROUETTE AND MEOW. Repeat as necessary.

He's pretty old now, 13+ or so? There's a lot of wisdom in those years. I think he has it right, each time you can poo in clean bathroom, it's cause for celebration.