I was putting clothes into the washing machine when the cat jumps up there. I was expecting this, because the doors to the utility niche-thing in my hallway are kept closed all the time, ever since the cat jumped down into the space between the side of the dryer and the wall and got stuck there. She eventually jumped out, but she's gotten fatter and a bit less nimble over the past year and I'm not entirely sure she'd be able to jump out now. Anyway, the doors are kept closed so they are the HOLY GRAIL and she must try to jump up on the washer and dryer every chance she gets.
There's a shelf above the washer and dryer that taller people presumably keep detergent on, but I stuff things I don't need much up there because I are short. She likes to jump up there and look imperiously down on me.
Today her lack of nimbleness meant that she didn't get a really good grip on the shelf when she jumped there (not entirely sure why - it's less than the height to the bathroom counter, where her water is, and I've never seen her miss that jump), and fell backwards, twisting, onto the dryer. I'm standing there loading clothes in, and of course my natural instinct is to try to CATCH THE FUCKING CAT.
I shall spare you the gory details, but I think I've gotten off lightly. There is one long scratch crossways across the top of my wrist, which means that I look like an exceptionally incompetent suicide, and the cat stalked around for a while freaked out that some MYSTERIOUS FORCE had obviously thrown her down on top of the dryer because she couldn't POSSIBLY be that clumsy, and has now completely forgotten about it and curled up in her box lid asleep.
There's a shelf above the washer and dryer that taller people presumably keep detergent on, but I stuff things I don't need much up there because I are short. She likes to jump up there and look imperiously down on me.
Today her lack of nimbleness meant that she didn't get a really good grip on the shelf when she jumped there (not entirely sure why - it's less than the height to the bathroom counter, where her water is, and I've never seen her miss that jump), and fell backwards, twisting, onto the dryer. I'm standing there loading clothes in, and of course my natural instinct is to try to CATCH THE FUCKING CAT.
I shall spare you the gory details, but I think I've gotten off lightly. There is one long scratch crossways across the top of my wrist, which means that I look like an exceptionally incompetent suicide, and the cat stalked around for a while freaked out that some MYSTERIOUS FORCE had obviously thrown her down on top of the dryer because she couldn't POSSIBLY be that clumsy, and has now completely forgotten about it and curled up in her box lid asleep.