I left my phone at home today, and I was (yet again) a little late for work.
I have a great reason though.
While I was waiting for my coffee to set (or whatever coffee does when it’s made in a French press), I went down to scoop the kitty litter. After that *exciting* task was done, I was watching the kittens play on the couch a bit when I noticed some of Jay’s boxes of checks had been scattered on the floor (remains of kitten play time).
They look so cute and innocent.
I picked those up and then was inspired — I’ll move one of the seven freakin’ tables that are cluttering up “Man Town” into the corner of the room and put a rack of his CDs on it. I’ll surprise him with my assistance!
Bad idea.
But, I thought I could lift that three tiered rack with all the CDs in it–no problem. And it wasn’t a problem, for the most part.
I just had gotten it on to the edge of the table when ALL OF THE CDs FELL — making a huge noise and a huge mess. Breaking some of the cases.
Oh but wait, there’s more.
The cats FREAKED out and ran upstairs.
The Brave Ms. Tika
I picked up the CDs — the clock, of course, not stopping for me — hurriedly tried to make them look nice in the rack, & mentally beat myself up for thinking I could move that shelf with the 90+ CDs still intact.
With that delay behind me, I went upstairs to pour my coffee and get on the road.
But the cats were WIDE EYED and just coming out from their hiding spot behind the couch. As much as I know, what’s in their minds is “The big noise meant danger!”
Odie’s tail was puffed out, making him look like an orange raccoon. He stayed by the couch.
Tika came over, crouching down, inching so cautiously to the cellar door, looking carefully. around. the door. Andthenrunningbacktothecouch. There must be a monster in the basement.
She did that a couple times, sometimes with a puffy tail. And then whenever the two would see each other, they’d get startled again and the tails would go out.
I couldn’t leave them like this, especially since the kitty litter (all freshly scooped) was down there — and Mr. Odie has been quite and inappropriate “eliminator” lately…
How can you resist that face?
I walked down into the basement slowly, coaxing them with treats. Still with the wide, dilated eyes, they crept down down — well, half-way down the stairs. Brave Ms. Tika even went down to the floor, and peeked around the corner of the chair to see if the Noise Monster was still there.
This probably could have gone on for another half hour if I had the time or patience. I’m surprised at what scaredy cats they are, despite being destructive little forces themselves. Hopefully they’ll get un-freaked-out by the time they need to use the litterbox. I’ll find out tonight.
