My two boys are out to do me in.

Monday night, I had a nearly full glass of diet Coke on the dresser, next to the bed. I dozed off, when I heard what sounded like a LOUD cough, and heard something splatter. In fact, some of it splashed back on me, on the bed.

I figured that one of the cats had just hacked up the mother of all hairballs, the contents of his stomach, and half of his entrails. Turns out that one of them (who took advantage of my grogginess to hide)had knocked the drink off.

I had seriously mixed emotions about this - on one hand, I was glad that neither kitty had explosively decompressed, but I was not happy to lose my glass of soda nor at being awakened in so drastic a manner.

Last night, however, I was sitting in front of the TV, having a glass of iced tea. Presto chose that moment to jump into my lap and head butt the glass, which caused me to choke and spray iced tea all over him, myself, the chair, and half the carpet.

He hid, Senyah went into fits of laughter, and I continued to sputter until I had gotten all the tea out of my lungs...

Copyright © Mark Edwards
July 27, 2000