Years ago a lady moved into the apartment next to mine, and right away I was woken by THUMP noises just as I would fall asleep. I called the landlord and asked him if she had a pet. At first silence on the other end, then he said “she has a cat.” I said “Well, it must be a mountain lion, cause this thing wakes me up everytime it jumps off furniture and hits the floor.”
Ages ago, during the first year of my brother’s first marriage, he and his wife got a kitten they named Percy; once they realized the sex of the cat, Percy became short for “Persephone.” Anyway, one hot summer night, my brother was sleeping in bed with no bedcovers and only his pajama bottoms. He became dimly aware of a thundering herd approaching; then suddenly the rumbling stopped, followed by little claws latching themselves into my brother’s chest as Percy launched herself from wherever was her takeoff point and right onto — and into — my brother’s chest. He tore Percy from his chest and, having been a quarterback in high school and a pitcher in both high school and college, threw the cat the length of the apartment on the fly. (Fortunately, it wasn’t a long apartment.) He heard Percy hit the far wall, slide down to the floor, and mewl pathetically. But she never ran the length of the apartment and jumped on him during the night again.
alondra almost 8 years ago
Cats are nocturnal creatures. It takes time to get them more or less on our schedule.
Kroykali almost 8 years ago
Years ago a lady moved into the apartment next to mine, and right away I was woken by THUMP noises just as I would fall asleep. I called the landlord and asked him if she had a pet. At first silence on the other end, then he said “she has a cat.” I said “Well, it must be a mountain lion, cause this thing wakes me up everytime it jumps off furniture and hits the floor.”
K M almost 8 years ago
Ages ago, during the first year of my brother’s first marriage, he and his wife got a kitten they named Percy; once they realized the sex of the cat, Percy became short for “Persephone.” Anyway, one hot summer night, my brother was sleeping in bed with no bedcovers and only his pajama bottoms. He became dimly aware of a thundering herd approaching; then suddenly the rumbling stopped, followed by little claws latching themselves into my brother’s chest as Percy launched herself from wherever was her takeoff point and right onto — and into — my brother’s chest. He tore Percy from his chest and, having been a quarterback in high school and a pitcher in both high school and college, threw the cat the length of the apartment on the fly. (Fortunately, it wasn’t a long apartment.) He heard Percy hit the far wall, slide down to the floor, and mewl pathetically. But she never ran the length of the apartment and jumped on him during the night again.