I planned on writing a story today because it’s been a while since I’ve written one but my brain is just not cooperating. All I can think about is finishing this book I’m reading. I’m about halfway and I’m seriously addicted. The other thing I keep thinking about is my cat.
I’ve introduced my cats on here before. Milliardo, the jerk, has been really social lately. We’ve had an unusual amount of traffic come through our house and usually he hides. Well, unless it’s my husband’s brother because they have the same tone of voice and I think Mil thinks the brother is the daddy. In the last week, my mom stayed with us, my grandma came to visit, my mother in law came to visit as well as my cousins.
Lately he’s come out and cuddled with everyone. I don’t know if it’s his older age and he’s mellowing out or what but we like this Milliardo.
So yesterday, we’re chilling on the couch. My husband is playing video games and watching Youtube and I’m reading; our normal Sunday activities.
You ever have one of those moments where you can foresee what’s about to happen, and you could prevent it from happening, but you let it happen anyway? We had one of those moments.
I was deep into my book and he was deep into his game. Even though we’re involved, we’re still aware of each other and our surroundings. Milliardo decides he wants to come up and cuddle with us. Usually he picks a body and makes himself comfortable on said body. This time he decided he wanted to lay between us. The best way for me to describe this is by showing you a crude drawing:
I’m the stick figure on the left and my husband is the stick figure on the right. The green dot is the pillow fort behind us and the brown rectangle is the table that my husband has feet propped on. The red one is Millardo. He decides to jump on the couch at my feet. I’m usually the body he chooses because he likes me a little bit more than my husband most days. He jumps up at my feet and lays down to get comfortable. Then he decides I’m not very comfy and he wants to go lay on the husband instead. Again, we were involved in our respective entertainments but we watched him start to walk over.
Cats like to pat out their path before actually taking the steps; have to make sure its a solid area. He pats the yellow area between us and must have thought it was safe. He placed one paw and all his weight into this spot and SPLAT he landed on the floor! Then he immediately jumped up on the couch and had these huge eyes at us before he ran away.
We both burst out laughing.
Me: Did you see that??
Hub: Yes, I did.
Me: He didn’t judge that very well did he?
Hub: No, he didn’t. I knew that was going to happen.
Me: Why didn’t you stop him from doing it?
Hub: Why didn’t YOU stop him from doing it?
Me: I mean cat’s gotta learn… It was like watching a person trip and fall and get back up like it never happened!
Hub: (laughs) You’re terrible. He’s never going to trust another blanket again.
Me: He’ll be fine! We’re laughing with him not at him. He just doesn’t know it yet.
Hub: Cats don’t laugh?
Me: Says who?
Hub: *shakes his head*
Have you ever had moments where you knew what was going to happen but you let events play out anyway? Do you think we should have stopped Milliardo from his fall? Let me know in the comments below!