Also, the cats
Mar. 11th, 2009 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So every now and then there's a scream of outrage somewhere in the house, a roiling chaos of cat-bodies, followed by the thunder of tiny paws, followed by an Awful Pause and then the thud-crash-splinter of something being broken, spilt or otherwise scattered to the four winds.
At this point, it is customary that I groan gently and go to investigate, snarling at any cat I might happen to pass en route.
Today, the danger-signs came from the kitchen: where indeed Barry had leapt via counter-top to the top of the fridge to escape his tormenter. It's a common route, but one I have been trying to discourage. Specifically, I had loaded the top of the fridge with Stuff. Which, um, was not very effective.
I came into the kitchen to find Barry on the fridge, in that space hitherto occupied by the big thing full of flour. The big thing previously full of flour was on the floor, as was the flour.
As was the kettle. As was the water previously in the kettle.
As was Mac, cheerfully nom-nom-nomming his way through the admixture of flour and water resultant. Warm porridge! he said, with his mouth full, because he has no manners.
We used to use flour-and-water paste to glue paper together, when I was a kid. Now apparently it's catfudz.
It's still bloody hard to clean up, when spilt all over.
At this point, it is customary that I groan gently and go to investigate, snarling at any cat I might happen to pass en route.
Today, the danger-signs came from the kitchen: where indeed Barry had leapt via counter-top to the top of the fridge to escape his tormenter. It's a common route, but one I have been trying to discourage. Specifically, I had loaded the top of the fridge with Stuff. Which, um, was not very effective.
I came into the kitchen to find Barry on the fridge, in that space hitherto occupied by the big thing full of flour. The big thing previously full of flour was on the floor, as was the flour.
As was the kettle. As was the water previously in the kettle.
As was Mac, cheerfully nom-nom-nomming his way through the admixture of flour and water resultant. Warm porridge! he said, with his mouth full, because he has no manners.
We used to use flour-and-water paste to glue paper together, when I was a kid. Now apparently it's catfudz.
It's still bloody hard to clean up, when spilt all over.
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Date: 2009-03-11 06:16 pm (UTC)Do you think it's possible Mac may end up sticking his teeth together?
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Date: 2009-03-11 06:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 06:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 06:32 pm (UTC)And that's where I started with the helpless laughter. (Yes, my mother made the flour-and-water-as-substitute-for-school-glue, too.)
Much, much sympathy on the cleanup; I think that's a worse mess than any cat I've been owned by has made.
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Date: 2009-03-11 06:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 07:42 pm (UTC)There are no descriptive words that I can manage that would give a complete picture of the event.
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Date: 2009-03-12 10:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-11 10:52 pm (UTC)So it is written.
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Date: 2009-03-12 12:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-12 09:31 am (UTC)