Poor Little Feet. He got flying lessons today.

I was in a big hurry to get out for an interview today, and was hurrying to the back door, to leave. Little Feet always accompanies me to the back door, so i can carry him outside to sniff the air and look around.

Well lately, I haven't been going out so much, as I've been spending most of my time job searching on the Internet.

So today, when it was obvious that I was going out, Little Feet zoomed after me, and took a flying leap to the top of the chest freezer by the door. He also misjudged, and my foot lifted him higher, as leaped over my foot.

This threw his trajectory off enough that he went *WHOMP!* into the side of the freezer, instead of to its top. All of a sudden, he decides that I kicked him, and that it was on purpose. Every time I tried to reach him to comfort him, he backed away from me.

Poor baby. We eventually made up after I got back, and he gracefully accepted my apology of chunk light tuna. But next time I went to the door, he followed behind me.

He is slowly but surely getting this 'timing' thing figured out.

Copyright © Mark Edwards
January 24, 2001