"Wild Thang," aka "Olivia, the Cat"

As Rich and Shane know, I have what is probably the clumsiest cat on the planet. So, this morning, when I was basking in Saturday-morning laziness and she took off on one of her early-morning/late-evening tears, I should have known that it would result in some sort of disaster.

As I mentioned, I was being lazy, lying in bed, on my stomach, bemoaning the fact that I had to get up. Now, you must understand: when I lie on my stomach, I let my feet hang over the end of the bed. It's more comfy to me, for some reason. Anyway, I was in said position when the cat came growling, pounding and bounding (she would make a miserable hunter) into our room. I heard her slide around the bottom corner of the bed, then make another turn. I was prepared for the usual bound upon the bed, where she finds ways for me to pet her passively. (She likes to butt against my hands and my CHIN for an early-morning caress.) Well, she DID "bound," but, for some reason, she underestimated the height of the bed. All I felt was a cat's head smacking solidly against my feet, pretty much right between them where I know she had to hit the footboard, too. Then, I heard her take off into the living room, where I'm sure she went to shake off her wounds.

She did return, but in a much calmer mode.