Daddy has a nasty cut on his foot as a result of a minor apocalypse.

[Bertha Venation]

This morning, one of those unexplainable phenomena of life with cats occurred: the cat bomb. Sometimes something spooks one cat, and every other cat in the house picks up on it and gets spooked. In our house, it's six cats running in different directions, sometimes jumping over stuff, running into stuff, smacking into each other, just to get away from -- what?! They don't know, and I sure as hell don't know. But they have to get-away-right-now-get-outta-the-way-Mom!!!

This morning's episode happened just as I'd come in from feeding the feral cats and refreshing their water. I put the tub of dry cat food and the bottle of water on top of the kitchen counter. Daddy jumped up to see if I would drop anything that he could eat. At the instant he jumped up, someone got spooked and cats flew everywhere. Daddy did one of those cartoon things where the feet and legs move but the cat doesn't. After scatting in motion, knocking over the tub of dry food, the water bottle, and a glass that was also on the counter, he started moving. When he did, the glass got broken -- I don't know how -- on the counter top. Then everything, including Daddy, fell to the floor.

I was already late for work. I cleaned up as best I could in a hurry, mainly making sure there was no glass left anywhere. My task was made easier because the cats were all hiding.

Tonight we noticed that Daddy was badly favoring his right rear foot. I finally got him still enough to take a good look and found he has a nasty cut. He could only have received it while on the counter top during the morning apocalypse.

I feel like a bad cat mom, but I never dreamed he could've been hurt. He's going to the vet on Saturday anyway for an asthma shot. I hope they don't have to knock him out to do stitches.

Daddy

[Bertha Venation]

1. kick

because I thought it was a mildly funny read. . . .

BTW Daddy's much better this morning. A night's rest did him a world of good.

[MountainLaurel]

2. the Cat Bomb

BV, I'm real glad I wasn't imbibing at the time I read that or my monitor would be wearing that beverage right now.

Thank heaven I've only got one cat -- she does enough sudden, wild races from one room to another.

How are the ferals?

[mrboba1]

3. I have a dog

that chases and barks at the cat that has just freaked out. If both cats freak out, the dog has no idea which way to go.

In either case, you gotta stay out of the hallway...

[Bertha Venation]

5. LOL the dog has no idea which way to go

LOLOL

So much fun having pets.

[Bertha Venation]

4. The ferals are lovely. Fat & happy.

Now just to trap them & get them spayed/neutered/shot! Thanks.

[MountainLaurel]

8. Good for them

Little else better in the world than a happy cat.

[Misunderestimator]

6. I have an admission... sometimes I slam my hand down next to the cat...

on the bed, or on a counter, when his back is turned to me... just to see him shoot straight up in the air... I'm a bad cat mommy too. :D

[Bertha Venation]

7. Ha! A lot of us do that. Listen to the tale of Harry and the Blue Blouse.

I don't think Harry had quite recovered from driving from CA to VA, so he was probably still pretty nervous. I came home from work one day, dog tired and ready to bite. I undressed not caring where the clothing flew, and left it all where it fell. When we went to bed that night, Harry came running as usual at bedtime. He jumped up on the bed, saw the blue blouse, and levitated! I swear, four feet into the air. Hit the bed running and he was gone. I don't remember when I've laughed that hard.

[liontamer]

9. don't feel bad

cats are nuts. Ours leap frog over each other and occasionally smash into doors during these events. Afterwards they are always to embarrassed to admit that they'be been hurt. They never want to admit to breaks in proper cat deportment.

[Bertha Venation]

10. leap frog . . . smash into doors . . . LOL. Another Harry tale:

When we still lived in CA, in a small condo with a balcony & sliding glass doors, Harry once stalked a bird. Harry was in the middle of the living room, and the bird was on the balcony, eating seeds. Harry wiggled his butt and leaped -- *SMASH* face first into the glass door.

His face left an impression. A perfect impression of Harry's face. I howled. And he was okay.

Silly cats.

[jukes]

11. pandemonium!

someXs i think some1 starts the stampede just for the fun of it!

sorry for daddy's paw. if they have to stitch, they'll prob'ly just trank him, not anesthetize.

give him a smooch from jukes!

:*

[Bertha Venation]

12. will do, jukes.

Thanks. :pals: