That could have been worse, actually

[rolanni]

There is a Tall Bookshelf in the bedroom, that overlooks the bed. Historically, this is a favorite cat napping spot, even unto the Old Digs. Often, it's Scrabble up there, though Belle also enjoys the aspect. Trooper seems to have given it over in favor of the new chest of drawers, where it's just him and my jewelry box; and Sprite prefers the bed itself.

 

As may be.

 

Now, this morning,  I was napping in the bed, with Sprite on my stomach; Trooper on the chest; Belle atop the bookcase. Scrabble came into the room, jumped to the headboard (a wide ledge, also, perhaps, meant to be a bookshelf, but which is in reality the Path to the Tall Bookshelf), and made for the Tall Bookshelf with businesslike little steps, which echoed into the bed, and roused me.

 

I saw Scrabble about to leap to the top of the Tall Bookshelf. I saw Belle asleep, o! so asleep, on the Tall Bookshelf, and I said to Scrabble -- "Don't do it!"

 

She's a cat. Did she listen to me?

 

She makes her jump, I hold my breath, anticipating Screams of Outrage, and cat bodies tumbling from on high.

 

And Scrabble lands -- on top of Belle, there being no other place TO land.

 

Belle wakes up, blinking. And for a few seconds they just. . .looked. . .at each other, kind of like, Wait! What're we supposed to do now?

 

Belle recovered herself first; she opened her mouth, and -- made a noise. Not even a hiss, just a kind of loud poof!

 

This got Scrabble back on script, and she jumped down to the headboard, stomped away, jumped to the floor, and exited the room.

 

All remaining in the bedroom when back to sleep.

Comments

[readinggeek451]

With that lead-in, I thought you were going to report that the Tall Bookcase had fallen over. I'm glad that that wasn't it!

[martianmooncrab]

its hell when you are early and the other cat hasnt left yet...