[This could have been titled "The Cat as Overly Large and Persistent Ceiling Dwelling Spider" except I am too busy cleaning up cold coffee from my lap and keyboard to spell that long a title.]
It's 4:42 AM. Honest. Right now. The Cat has been pacing all night, clearly on patrol, and she's done a great job of cornering the ants into two rooms and herding them into formation. The battalion that was trying to empty her food dish earlier has been replaced by fresh troops, battle has been joined, and the tuna dish is now back on friendly terrain.
So, I'm sitting here, minding my own business and catching up on paperwork while watching the second season premiere of Psych that I e-taped earlier. Good episode, by the way, and I love Tim Curry in the role of leading good guy/bad guy.
Anyway, my head was turned, so I didn't see the approaching alien until the last moment, as it descended from somewhere near the ceiling, silent predator, and completely rearranged my desk, starting with a third of a cup of (thankfully) cold coffee. The above-mentioned cold brown liquid was rapidly deposited across the stack of business magazines I was supposed to have read and round-filed last month, a handful of doctor bills waiting for payment tomorrow afternoon, my desk telephone, two computer keyboards, my beloved Wacom tablet, and my trackball. Oh. And me.
You'd be amazed just how far a little bit of Folgers will go...
So, I grab the nearest bath towel and start the process of recovering my computer gear, muttering silently about attacking aliens. The alien, in the meantime, slinks back out from beneath the desk, appearing rather contrite.. morphs back into The Cat, and proceeds to help with the clean-up process by licking my ankle clean.
Makes me wonder what planet that particular life form inhabits when not nosediving into my favorite coffee cup. It must be a purrfect place to live.
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