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!
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5/12/09 at 11:16am