Cat-astrophic event

You've probably heard me say it before, but Daisy is into everything. She tears stuff up and knocks things over on purpose. She loves to take DH's socks and run off with them. She'd probably take them right off his feet if she could manage. Anyway, early this morning I was awakened by a terrible crash. I have a set of three decorative trunks stacked next to the window in the bedroom. They're thin wood, not very heavy, but they do have some things in them. The top two trunks had been knocked down and were on the floor covering a black object that looked (without my glasses) like a cat! I could see a tail sticking out from beneath the trunks and it wasn't moving. Daisy is a mostly black torti. I called her name, but there was no movement at all. I jumped out of bed and pulled the trunks off, thinking Daisy had been crushed. That was when I discovered that the black object wasn't a cat at all...it was DH's socks . She was probably long gone as soon as the trunks started to topple. Darn that Daisy, she took about 10 years off my life. Now she is sleeping peacefully, as if nothing ever happened. Thank goodness she is okay!

Oh boy do I know your pain. I can't leave anything anywhere that isn't bolted down. My boyfriend's cat is clumsy! She knocks everything over! One time she knocked over an antique chess set, which was in a special box... they were all over the floor and two of the pieces broke. The set had belonged to my boyfriend's grandfather and Dave inherited it after he died.

For a moment I was scared for Daisy, too! I know how you feel, though. Without my glasses nothing looks like what it really is.

I know...I was horrified. My vision is 20/200 without glasses; everything is a big blur if its not right up in my face. Later, when I got around to actually rearranging the trunks, it scared me even more...they are heavier than I thought. Who would have guessed she could knock them over?

I had another bad experience with my beloved Garfield (R.I.P. - we still miss you so much.) This is a complete different story but it was a much closer call. DH bought a wicked looking faux stone lion that was just gorgeous. It was light weight, but it stood about 3-4 foot tall. One day, Garfield and Redman were playing around it. Garfield jumped his fat butt right on top of its head and it fell face down on him. I screamed, Garfield ran...frightened but unharmed...and the lion lost its lower jaw in the accident. We put a bandana around the lion's face (like the Lone Ranger) to cover his missing jaw and moved him to the safer terrain of the bedroom. One night, I got up to the bathroom. I remembered the lion was there on my way to the bathroom and managed to avoid him in the dark. But I was half-asleep and fell completely over him, landing on my knees, on the way back to bed. It made a terrible crash. DH jumped up and shouted "who's there!" and I thought I was a goner. After that, we gave up on the lion and sent him to the trash dump. I've been looking for another one like him since.