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Yesterday morning, in my haste to get a screaming cat to the vet while keeping the dog in the house (she was trying to get to the cat) I somehow managed to fling myself down the stairs in my garage, and today I am so sore I can barely move. Getting old is the WORST.
It was only two steps, and I landed on my arm, so I am merely bruised. Luckily the cat was already in the car when this happened, so I didn't take her with me. Bless the dog, she at least waited until she was sure I was okay before she tried to vault past me to get to the cat. I don't know if she was trying to mount a rescue of the cat or hoping she was some kind of new toy. She's not always the sharpest crayon, if you know what I mean.
It was only two steps, and I landed on my arm, so I am merely bruised. Luckily the cat was already in the car when this happened, so I didn't take her with me. Bless the dog, she at least waited until she was sure I was okay before she tried to vault past me to get to the cat. I don't know if she was trying to mount a rescue of the cat or hoping she was some kind of new toy. She's not always the sharpest crayon, if you know what I mean.