Very funny cat moment...
Ok, let me say up front, have you ~ever~ done something on a whim, and while it was laugh-producing to most involved, you'd never done it had you reallllly thought about it for a couple nano-seconds prior???
So, I asked M. to use the brand new cool tear-away sheet lint brush on my past-knee length black wool coat while I was wearing it (while I can't truthfully brag I'm Super-Stud-Rock-Hard-Solid, it's easier to brush it while ON someone than laying flat), to remove the months' layers of cat fur I've attracted over the winter.
Moxie was fascinated with the snick-snick overall rubbing thing the alpha male of the house was doing to the alpha female (me anthropomorphizing). We clogged up one sheet, and he went to next, discovering that the preforations between sticky sheets didn't tear well.
When done (here it comes!), I decided to run it (mostly fuzzed over, I thought, so not terribly sticky) over Moxie to show he was part of the family grooming.
He leaped, jerked, and got a fresh sticky sheet stuck to him as the roll unrolled but didn't tear...he ran, dragging oh, about a dozen sheets now behind him before he ran under the dining room table and the tension finally disengaged him from the roll I was still holding but not able to grab to break because now MY hand is wrapped in the stickied layer mess. He stuck to a chair for a bit dragging it, clattering it against the others before one more sheet pulled and broke, setting him free, with a dangling sticky sheet catching the rug, the couch, and everything. I finally got it off him as he glared at me wild-saucer-eyed at the end of the hallway. Bounce was puffed up twice his normal size watching with crazed eyes. M. had 'bout peed his pants laughing in the living room.
Poor Moxie.
I'm SO sorry...really I am.
Really.
(and he did manage to poof quite a bit more hair onto my no longer clean coat....)
So, I asked M. to use the brand new cool tear-away sheet lint brush on my past-knee length black wool coat while I was wearing it (while I can't truthfully brag I'm Super-Stud-Rock-Hard-Solid, it's easier to brush it while ON someone than laying flat), to remove the months' layers of cat fur I've attracted over the winter.
Moxie was fascinated with the snick-snick overall rubbing thing the alpha male of the house was doing to the alpha female (me anthropomorphizing). We clogged up one sheet, and he went to next, discovering that the preforations between sticky sheets didn't tear well.
When done (here it comes!), I decided to run it (mostly fuzzed over, I thought, so not terribly sticky) over Moxie to show he was part of the family grooming.
He leaped, jerked, and got a fresh sticky sheet stuck to him as the roll unrolled but didn't tear...he ran, dragging oh, about a dozen sheets now behind him before he ran under the dining room table and the tension finally disengaged him from the roll I was still holding but not able to grab to break because now MY hand is wrapped in the stickied layer mess. He stuck to a chair for a bit dragging it, clattering it against the others before one more sheet pulled and broke, setting him free, with a dangling sticky sheet catching the rug, the couch, and everything. I finally got it off him as he glared at me wild-saucer-eyed at the end of the hallway. Bounce was puffed up twice his normal size watching with crazed eyes. M. had 'bout peed his pants laughing in the living room.
Poor Moxie.
I'm SO sorry...really I am.
Really.
(and he did manage to poof quite a bit more hair onto my no longer clean coat....)