The other day while in my craftroom I was, as usual, accompanied by most of our Furry Family Members.
Dog curled up on the rug, dangerously positioned right behind my chair? Check.
Cat spread out precisely on the spot where I needed to work? Check.
Another cat dozing on the shelf at the window, awaiting her turn as The Center Of Attention at precisely the spot where I needed to work, once I shoo the first cat away? Check.
(Yes, I installed a shelf just for the cats to view the backyard from the craftroom window. Cat owners do crazy things like this you know.)
All was peaceful until I was startled out of my chair by a loud KER-ASH!!!!
Tawnee, our 14 pound Ragdoll cat had fallen off her window perch. Not only had she fallen off the shelf, she also bounced off the desk below it, landing nearly atop the rudely-awakened dog.
Dazed, she got up and simply stared at me with her big blue eyes while I checked her over. Nothing broken, but I am sure her cat-ego was severely bruised.
For it's not the first time she has defied the age-old myth that cats always land on thier feet. Nor will it be the last, I'm sure. She truely lives up to her Ragdoll monniker.
It's a fairly common occurance for her to be leisurely basking in the sunlight on her cat stand, stretched out as far as she can, falling asleep, rolling over and plummeting to the ground. And she NEVER lands on her feet.
It's a shame that she can't read.... she really does need to learn how to be a proper cat:
And I need to learn to stop laughing when the poor thing lands with a THUMP on the floor.
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