Poor Scratch. My black shaggy cat doesn't really care for too many people. He's bonded with DH and I, and that's about it. This weekend we threw a birth day party for a very close friend of ours, and Scratch crashed the party... literally.
Let me set it up for you:
We have a coffee table where all of our friends had put there wine glasses, cake, ice cream, and other plates of food. As I was standing in the kitchen I heard an extended crash. Scratch, apparently, hopped on the table, panicked, and did a butt scoot across the whole thing. He knocked everything off. I then hear this:
"What the
was that?"
"Can I have another piece of cake?"
I found him, terrified, in our back room... meeping.
Let me set it up for you:
We have a coffee table where all of our friends had put there wine glasses, cake, ice cream, and other plates of food. As I was standing in the kitchen I heard an extended crash. Scratch, apparently, hopped on the table, panicked, and did a butt scoot across the whole thing. He knocked everything off. I then hear this:
"What the
"Can I have another piece of cake?"
I found him, terrified, in our back room... meeping.