Kitty Parkour
In our old house, which had six staircases (two to the basement, two to the 2nd floor, two to the attic), our three cats never laid across them. They never lolled, never reclined, never became a stair obstacle.
Our new house with one staircase to the 2nd floor? Is the cat equivalent to the local mall. Our three beasts loiter for days upon these stairs. They stretch, they ‘downward dog,’ they make it their day’s work to create peril where once there was none.
“HOLY FUCK!!!”
“What? What happened?” Rissa asks.
“Sorry! Sorry. I mean HOLY CRAP!!!”
“Why? What’s going on??”
“Cats! EVERYWHERE!!! As far as the eye can see – except the eyes CAN’T see them, at least not in the dark, on this staircase. It’s okay for Steve – he’s an orange tom, but freakin’ Minuit and Lola are black cats! Do you know how difficult it is to see black cats on a staircase in the LESS THAN ADEQUATE LIGHT?!?“
“I know Mummy. I know, just the other…”
“HOLY FUCK!!!”
“Daddy!
“Sorry! Sorry! CATS! Why must ALL of the cats lie upon the stairs?”
ps. This also happens…
