dinahsmum
22-01-2007, 10:19 AM
Well, I thought it was going to be a good day. We'd woken up gently, no urgent need to get up etc etc. (The cats thought there was an urgent need to get up, as they were (as they noisily pointed out) starving! )
So, I decided that they could have a tin of sardines for breakfast, opened the tin, found 3 fish in it, so I was busy concentrating on getting out the 2 fattest ones for the boys, leaving the smaller fish to sit on top of Dinah's breakfast Burns. Then CRASH! :shock: :shock: :shock: - Bentley had jumped up to the surface, tipped the stainless steel dish over and down, depositing a crushed sardine in oil on my (clean on today) jumper and the dish continued down to the tiled floor, clanging and banging as it bounced. Add to that me shrieking at the cat, who was by now flattened to the flooor, tail like a bottle brush and eyes like saucers. 'You bad bad cat, you know you don't jump up, look what you have done, no breakfast for you yet, my lad.' So, shooed them out and shut the door, reassured Dinah, who was trying to make herself very, very small in the back corner of her bed, reassured my husband who had sprinted down two flights of stairs to see what was happening. Dinah got her breakfast whilst i went back upstairs to remove the fishy jumper (very carefully, so as not to smear fish and oil over my face or hair) and put on another, and sort a load of laundry to go in the machine with the disgusting garment.
The cats got their fish after that.
My head is still ringing, partly with the memory of that metal on stone noise and partly with my own (uncharacteristic) bellowing. Bentley is reconsidering his relationship with his human mum ('I thought she was a nice mum; she changed into scarey mum but I think she's coming round again')
Anyway, peace is restored; lets hope we don't have any other drama today :roll:
(cats! - who'd 'ave 'em? :? )
So, I decided that they could have a tin of sardines for breakfast, opened the tin, found 3 fish in it, so I was busy concentrating on getting out the 2 fattest ones for the boys, leaving the smaller fish to sit on top of Dinah's breakfast Burns. Then CRASH! :shock: :shock: :shock: - Bentley had jumped up to the surface, tipped the stainless steel dish over and down, depositing a crushed sardine in oil on my (clean on today) jumper and the dish continued down to the tiled floor, clanging and banging as it bounced. Add to that me shrieking at the cat, who was by now flattened to the flooor, tail like a bottle brush and eyes like saucers. 'You bad bad cat, you know you don't jump up, look what you have done, no breakfast for you yet, my lad.' So, shooed them out and shut the door, reassured Dinah, who was trying to make herself very, very small in the back corner of her bed, reassured my husband who had sprinted down two flights of stairs to see what was happening. Dinah got her breakfast whilst i went back upstairs to remove the fishy jumper (very carefully, so as not to smear fish and oil over my face or hair) and put on another, and sort a load of laundry to go in the machine with the disgusting garment.
The cats got their fish after that.
My head is still ringing, partly with the memory of that metal on stone noise and partly with my own (uncharacteristic) bellowing. Bentley is reconsidering his relationship with his human mum ('I thought she was a nice mum; she changed into scarey mum but I think she's coming round again')
Anyway, peace is restored; lets hope we don't have any other drama today :roll:
(cats! - who'd 'ave 'em? :? )