Tripod (or, Yet Another Reason I Am Going To Hell)
One of the houses I work at has a Siamese cat that has a congenital birth defect, it has only three legs and a floppy stump on its right shoulder (hence the name Tripod). Being Siamese it is aggressively friendly, and very vocal and always follows us around, begging for attention. (First bad thing...)I was giving it a good rub on the ear and its front leg slipped on the hardwood flooring and it did a faceplant, tipping to the right and smacking his head. He took it well, getting up and giving me an indignant look before stalking off. I went about my business, not knowing that Tripod had moved under one of the beds.(Second bad thing...) I finished dusting in that room, and started vacuuming. Being the anal retentive clean freak I am, I started vacuuming under the bed first. Most cats are afraid of vacuums, but apparently Tripod has some rather severe issues. He shot out from under the bed, paws slipping on the hardwood and letting out that demonic baby howl only a Siamese cat can, his single front paw faltered and slipped, and he plowed face first into the hardwood. His back paws didnt get the message, and he kept hopping/running forward, pushing him forward like some living wheelbarrow, his face the wheel, and squalling all the way. He ran about 5 feet that way, shoveling his head against the floor the whole way.I was so horrified/amused seeing something so hilarious and pathetic at the same time, I started snorting laughter. I threw my head back, hitting a shelf and whacking myself a good one, maybe with the instant Karma I wont go to hell after all.