It's a wonder that she still knows how to breathe
We've a canvas deck chair set up in the living room (purchased for outdoor use, but it's been more useful indoors), that comes equipped with a foldable mini-table on the side. Naturally this table (being a flat surface in this house) invites feline occupation. Its status as a flat surface in this house also means that crap gravitates to it, which means extra special shiny fun when the cat decides to jump onto it while the chair is vacant (that is, no human body providing counterweight). You'd think that crashing to the floor, along with the aforementioned crap, as the chair falls over would be a memorable event, but she keeps doing it. Granted, the ideal solution would be to not keep the mini-table open and available for stacking with crap*, but isn't there a point - after enough iterations - when the tiny light bulb (powered by an arthritic hamster on an exercise wheel) should come on?
Better yet, the latest crash came while I was on the phone with the animal control office (the cat couldn't get her rabies vaccination by the due date because of an infection - her sinuses, or whatever that recurring thing is she's got going - and isn't getting rechecked for another week), but that got resolved, at least.
* I mean, is it REALLY necessary to have a big kitchen knife in the living room?
Better yet, the latest crash came while I was on the phone with the animal control office (the cat couldn't get her rabies vaccination by the due date because of an infection - her sinuses, or whatever that recurring thing is she's got going - and isn't getting rechecked for another week), but that got resolved, at least.
* I mean, is it REALLY necessary to have a big kitchen knife in the living room?