We have this nice, shiny, smooth cherry wood coffee table in our "living room". Thor-the-cat was laying on it about 10 minutes ago doing his best Thor is a piece of languid fur impression. And he rolled this way, and stretched.
And he rolled that way and stretched.
Then he decided to roll back to the top corner.
And his hind legs fell off the table like lotion pours out of a bottle in slow motion. The rest of him slowly followed, there was no commotion, no startled yowls and no harm done.
Although he did give the table this affronted look for about 2 minutes afterward like it had betrayed him.
Then, of course, he had to clean himself to prove that he'd done it on purpose and to ensure he was all in one piece.
I, however, got a very disdainful look as I was laughing so hard i was crying with Scott behind me cackling.
Peepit came up and checked on Thor and they stalked off angrily to the bedroom to sit in the window and punish us humans.
There are days that cats are the best.
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guipago is
publicly pleased.