Which probably makes me sound incredibly anal so maybe I should explain...here's what I really hate:
When I get home late at night, after teaching a 3 hour Composition class, and try to enter the house as quietly as possible so I don't wake up Opie. Tiptoeing up the stairs, sliding into the bathroom, and leaving the door ever so slightly unlatched, again so the sound doesn't wake Opie.
Which is when this crazy animal:
decides to throw himself, full force, against the door, slamming it into the wall. And then, while I'm in the process of flinging myself off my "perch" in abject terror, the cat--STILL AIRBORNE--hits the bathmat like a springboard and flips himself into my lap. And then, because I am now gripping the counter and wall in a desperate attempt not to fall on the floor, the ridiculous animal decides to claw his way up to my shoulder and stand there with his back claws dug in and his front paws on my head, purring triumphantly.
That's what I hate.
And I have to be honest, I don't think that makes me anal AT ALL.
That is awful, but it's also awfully cute.
ReplyDeleteI am cracking up that you are able to label this one "bathroom humor" ha ha
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