Cats... creatures of dignity and grace...
Apr. 9th, 2004 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperIt's moments like these that remind me of my resolution to carry a camera at all times.
One of the feline residents of the Casita (Kali, aka the Fat, aka oh-my-god-you-pain-in-the-ass, aka Her Royal Evilness) has this affinity for crawling into paper bags and sitting, just hanging out. There was such an item sitting open on the living room floor that the cats have been trying to crawl into all day, except it's not the usual grocery sized bag - more of a rather large lunch sack. The funny thing is that The Fat and The Dumb Blond Boycat (the two biggest cats) have been crawling in about halfway, remembering that they don't fit, and backing out all morning.
Kali just did this again, completely forgetting that her royal massiveness does not fit into this bag. Except this time she had wedged herself so far in that when she attempted to back out of the bag, the bag came with her. She began doing that thing that cats do when they have their heads stuck in something and can't see - she just started backing up quickly in a large arc, with this paper bag over her head and her large ass sticking out of the end. Which was fucking hilarious until she backed up into the hall and, before I could catch her, off of the top of the staircase, where she rolled all the way down to the door, from the sounds of it. She's okay, but I don't think her composure's going to recover for a while as indicated by the way she is sitting at the top of the staircase, glaring balefully at everything and everybody.
From the rustly sounds at the bottom of the stairs it seems like another of the cats has discovered the bag. And we exalt these creatures as paragons of wisdom, scorn and grace. Uh huh.
One of the feline residents of the Casita (Kali, aka the Fat, aka oh-my-god-you-pain-in-the-ass, aka Her Royal Evilness) has this affinity for crawling into paper bags and sitting, just hanging out. There was such an item sitting open on the living room floor that the cats have been trying to crawl into all day, except it's not the usual grocery sized bag - more of a rather large lunch sack. The funny thing is that The Fat and The Dumb Blond Boycat (the two biggest cats) have been crawling in about halfway, remembering that they don't fit, and backing out all morning.
Kali just did this again, completely forgetting that her royal massiveness does not fit into this bag. Except this time she had wedged herself so far in that when she attempted to back out of the bag, the bag came with her. She began doing that thing that cats do when they have their heads stuck in something and can't see - she just started backing up quickly in a large arc, with this paper bag over her head and her large ass sticking out of the end. Which was fucking hilarious until she backed up into the hall and, before I could catch her, off of the top of the staircase, where she rolled all the way down to the door, from the sounds of it. She's okay, but I don't think her composure's going to recover for a while as indicated by the way she is sitting at the top of the staircase, glaring balefully at everything and everybody.
From the rustly sounds at the bottom of the stairs it seems like another of the cats has discovered the bag. And we exalt these creatures as paragons of wisdom, scorn and grace. Uh huh.
