If you don't know by now, I call my troupe of cats "clowns" and the whole lot of them "the clown car."
Lately, the little miscreants have been living up to their name.
SOOOOOOOO, I was sitting peacefully in the living room at my computer. Missy Tee was asleep on the sofa, Lupo at my feet on the ottoman, and Zini had himself plastered against the portable heater we have in there.
Scruffy was on the top ledge of my husband's wing back chair.
I heard a "thud." I looked up. Missy was looking up, as was Zini and Lupo. What happened? Where is.....Scruff? OMIGOD!!! He fell off the chair!!!!! Is he alright????
I got up....after the initial shock....there wasn't a single sound, by the way......and Scruffy jumped back up to the top of the chair. THEN he became "chatty." Meow mow.....mow mow mow....meow meee mow. As he was "chatting" and looking straight at me (the cat who never made a sound for nearly a year!!) he got up on the ample marble windowsill and decided to lie down there. "See? This is better. I can't fall down from here!"
Well! You gave me a bit of a scare, there, fella, geez!!!
Now Mr. Chatty is napping on the windowsill, safe and sound. Freaking clown car.
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