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Thought I'd share this little adventure with you all - hope you get as good a laugh out of it as I did.
OK, I have a weakness for cookies, it's a rare cookie I meet that I don't like. One of my favs are those big smiley cookies from Eat n Park. I bought a half dozen yesterday, Ken and I divided them up so this morning I still had two for eatin with my coffee.
I had the first, and went back to get the second when the disaster struck. As I picked up the plastic box I had one of those sudden uncontrollable coughs - it caused me to let loose of the box which I quickly snatched out of mid air. However, I grabbed too hard, the box flexed, popped open and shot the cookie out and up like a clay pigeon from a skeet shoot.
My two cats, as is usual in the morning, were underfoot but when they realized I was diving for a cookie they knew all bets were off as to wether or not they'd get stepped on and they shot off at high speed. The smart one flew out the door into the dining room, the not so smart one bolted right into the open pantry door. Thinking himself clever however, he used it to preform a Matrix like move that riccocheted him towards the dining room door. Unfortunately, I had moved in my pursuit of the cookie and was blocking his way.
Cat number two bounced off of me, practically knocking himself silly and totally blowing the target lock I had on my cookie. The cookie hit on edge and bounced/rolled wildly off into the dining room. Cat number one had just stopped in the dining room and turned to look over his shoulder and see what the heck was happening when the cookie hit him squarely between the eyes.
Thinking that said cookie must be a demon from hell bent on his destruction cat number one fled in all out panic to hide upstairs. I quickly pounced upon the cookie, as the 10 second rule hadn't even come close to passing yet, but alas, it was so covered with cat hair that if one hadn't known what it was in the first place it might have been easily mistaken for a small kitten.
When I turned to go back into the kitchen cat number two was still lying on his back, legs dangling, with a puzzled look and he let out such a pitiful "what the heck happened" sort of sound that I couldn't help but crack up.
Gail
OK, I have a weakness for cookies, it's a rare cookie I meet that I don't like. One of my favs are those big smiley cookies from Eat n Park. I bought a half dozen yesterday, Ken and I divided them up so this morning I still had two for eatin with my coffee.
I had the first, and went back to get the second when the disaster struck. As I picked up the plastic box I had one of those sudden uncontrollable coughs - it caused me to let loose of the box which I quickly snatched out of mid air. However, I grabbed too hard, the box flexed, popped open and shot the cookie out and up like a clay pigeon from a skeet shoot.
My two cats, as is usual in the morning, were underfoot but when they realized I was diving for a cookie they knew all bets were off as to wether or not they'd get stepped on and they shot off at high speed. The smart one flew out the door into the dining room, the not so smart one bolted right into the open pantry door. Thinking himself clever however, he used it to preform a Matrix like move that riccocheted him towards the dining room door. Unfortunately, I had moved in my pursuit of the cookie and was blocking his way.
Cat number two bounced off of me, practically knocking himself silly and totally blowing the target lock I had on my cookie. The cookie hit on edge and bounced/rolled wildly off into the dining room. Cat number one had just stopped in the dining room and turned to look over his shoulder and see what the heck was happening when the cookie hit him squarely between the eyes.
Thinking that said cookie must be a demon from hell bent on his destruction cat number one fled in all out panic to hide upstairs. I quickly pounced upon the cookie, as the 10 second rule hadn't even come close to passing yet, but alas, it was so covered with cat hair that if one hadn't known what it was in the first place it might have been easily mistaken for a small kitten.
When I turned to go back into the kitchen cat number two was still lying on his back, legs dangling, with a puzzled look and he let out such a pitiful "what the heck happened" sort of sound that I couldn't help but crack up.
Gail
