I was lying on the couch this evening, reading a book. Little Feet was on the floor, at the base of the couch, so I could reach down and pet him. My Diet Coke was within reach.

Eventually, I got thirsty, and didn't want to lay down the book, to open the Coke, so I decided to do it one-handed, with just my thumb and forefinger, as I've done before.

I twisted on the lid, but it didn't loosen. Again, I twisted, and once more it didn't loosen. Rats. I tried again, and felt a slight loosening of the cap. Finally, I twisted, and the cap loosened a lot more.

At this point, the bottle turned sharply onto its side - enough to agitate the contents - within an inch of Little Feet's position.

Well, he was not happy that the bottle was hissing at him, and did not care for the fact that it was spitting at him - copiously - either.

Whatever this hideously rude creature was, he didn't stop glaring at it until I twisted its head, and made it stop. In fact, he glared at the pool of spit it had left in his spot!

After mopping up, and drying the veil Coke bottle, I placed dry newspaper sections over the wet spots, which was perfect, as far as Little Feet was concerned.

I did catch him giving the Coke bottle the occasional evil eye, however...

Copyright © Mark Edwards
September 18, 2002