Owie!
Every now and then, my cats try to kill me.
I don't know why they want me dead because I'm the only one that remembers to feed them, water them, pet them and change their box. Apparently, they're after me just for the fun of it. The last time they came close to succeeding was a year and a half ago when one of them left a toy for me to trip on. I sprained my ankle very badly and it has never been the same since. They didn't try anything else until today.
Every time I do laundry or cook or do anything that might be remotely interesting, Willie has to come check it out. One of his nicknames is The Supervisor. Today I was doing laundry. His usual spot is the top of the washer which is a front loader. He watches me while I fill and empty the washer and dryer and hang clothes.
I was just getting started this morning. I had dumped a load of dirty clothes on the floor in front of the washer then went off and rounded up more clothes to go in that pile. I bent down to pick up the clothes and toss them in the washer. At the very same time, Willie appeared at a run from around the corner and tried to jump up on top of the washer.
As I bent down, 16 lbs of fast moving cat hit me smack in the face. The impact was centered on my chin and shoved my jaw up into my ears. It hurt like heck and made my face all numb made my nose hurt, too. I said many many words I don't normally say. Willie got knocked back onto the floor, but ran and hid in the clothes dryer. He seemed okay when I checked him, but I think he was hiding partly because it had to have hurt him too, partly because my loud cursing scared him, and partly because I think he knew he hurt me and felt bad about it.
I was fine most of the day, but in the last couple of hours both of my tempormandibular joints have started to hurt again especially the left one. (Willie was moving from right to left when we collided.)
Whose idea was it to have cats again? Oh, right. That'd be me.
*sigh*
I don't know why they want me dead because I'm the only one that remembers to feed them, water them, pet them and change their box. Apparently, they're after me just for the fun of it. The last time they came close to succeeding was a year and a half ago when one of them left a toy for me to trip on. I sprained my ankle very badly and it has never been the same since. They didn't try anything else until today.
Every time I do laundry or cook or do anything that might be remotely interesting, Willie has to come check it out. One of his nicknames is The Supervisor. Today I was doing laundry. His usual spot is the top of the washer which is a front loader. He watches me while I fill and empty the washer and dryer and hang clothes.
I was just getting started this morning. I had dumped a load of dirty clothes on the floor in front of the washer then went off and rounded up more clothes to go in that pile. I bent down to pick up the clothes and toss them in the washer. At the very same time, Willie appeared at a run from around the corner and tried to jump up on top of the washer.
As I bent down, 16 lbs of fast moving cat hit me smack in the face. The impact was centered on my chin and shoved my jaw up into my ears. It hurt like heck and made my face all numb made my nose hurt, too. I said many many words I don't normally say. Willie got knocked back onto the floor, but ran and hid in the clothes dryer. He seemed okay when I checked him, but I think he was hiding partly because it had to have hurt him too, partly because my loud cursing scared him, and partly because I think he knew he hurt me and felt bad about it.
I was fine most of the day, but in the last couple of hours both of my tempormandibular joints have started to hurt again especially the left one. (Willie was moving from right to left when we collided.)
Whose idea was it to have cats again? Oh, right. That'd be me.
*sigh*
posted by Ms. Cats Meow at 11:58 AM
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