Post by Dan on Aug 10, 2014 10:23:02 GMT -8
I just have to...
Bella follows me everywhere, and either has to be in my lap, fetching something, or otherwise curled up and purring next to me. Sounds about perfect, right? It is, most of the time...
Until I have to use the toilet. And by use the toilet, I mean sitting down to use it, and take my time to catch up on my latest issue of Road & Track. As I'm reading about the latest Corvette, and totally fascinated about the new rear differential and performance numbers, I'm trying to ignore her doing something around my ankles. I'm ignoring her, because this article, wow, 0-60 in under 4 seconds! Wow, this is a great car!!!
I finish the article, and stand up. When I go to pull my shorts up from around my ankles, I can't. She has decided that my shorts make a perfect hammock, and has managed to climb into said makeshift hammock, and is sound asleep in a ball. Now, you have to picture this (well, maybe not actually picture it) but I'm standing there, magazine still in one hand, shorts around my ankles with a 6 pound sleeping kitten in my shorts. And I'm exposed. Very exposed. And she likes dangly things. And I'm pretty protective of MY dangly things. If she wakes up, and thinks my dangly things are a toy, I am in big trouble. Really big trouble. Those kitten claws and teeth are still like needles.
So I just stand there for 30 seconds, magazine still in one hand, the other hand protecting my precious dangly bits. I can't walk, I can't pick her up, as both hands are full. So I sit back down to put a porcelain wall between those claws and my dangly things. Okay, got to have a plan. Get rid of the magazine. Scoop sleeping kitten out of her makeshift hammock, without letting her think it's playtime. Protect dangly things. At all costs, protect dangly things...
We all survived, and I made a mental note. Always, and I mean always close the freaking bathroom door when I need to have a good long read, of an wonderfully written review, in Road & Track...
Bella follows me everywhere, and either has to be in my lap, fetching something, or otherwise curled up and purring next to me. Sounds about perfect, right? It is, most of the time...
Until I have to use the toilet. And by use the toilet, I mean sitting down to use it, and take my time to catch up on my latest issue of Road & Track. As I'm reading about the latest Corvette, and totally fascinated about the new rear differential and performance numbers, I'm trying to ignore her doing something around my ankles. I'm ignoring her, because this article, wow, 0-60 in under 4 seconds! Wow, this is a great car!!!
I finish the article, and stand up. When I go to pull my shorts up from around my ankles, I can't. She has decided that my shorts make a perfect hammock, and has managed to climb into said makeshift hammock, and is sound asleep in a ball. Now, you have to picture this (well, maybe not actually picture it) but I'm standing there, magazine still in one hand, shorts around my ankles with a 6 pound sleeping kitten in my shorts. And I'm exposed. Very exposed. And she likes dangly things. And I'm pretty protective of MY dangly things. If she wakes up, and thinks my dangly things are a toy, I am in big trouble. Really big trouble. Those kitten claws and teeth are still like needles.
So I just stand there for 30 seconds, magazine still in one hand, the other hand protecting my precious dangly bits. I can't walk, I can't pick her up, as both hands are full. So I sit back down to put a porcelain wall between those claws and my dangly things. Okay, got to have a plan. Get rid of the magazine. Scoop sleeping kitten out of her makeshift hammock, without letting her think it's playtime. Protect dangly things. At all costs, protect dangly things...
We all survived, and I made a mental note. Always, and I mean always close the freaking bathroom door when I need to have a good long read, of an wonderfully written review, in Road & Track...