So I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, my back to the couch, with my plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. This is the best way to eat spaghetti for me because it brings the plate really close to my mouth, thus reducing the chances of having a messy "accident", for which I am famous.

Anyway, I had just settled into the spaghetti-eating position, tucked the large dishtowel into my shirt and readied my fork and spoon. I dug in, I wrapped my spaghetti around my fork, I shovelled it up with my spoon, I was precariously approaching my mouth with the load when *POW*!!! I was hit full force in the gut by 12 lbs of orange cat. The spaghetti went flying every which way, I was gasping for breath, Dennis was howling with laughter, and Vino proudly presented his latest catch: furry mouse.

Another chance to prove to Dennis that I can eat spaghetti without making a mess wasted...

Copyright © Britta Wilson
January 5, 2002