Cats and Stairs
Can someone please tell me what the attraction is with lying on steps? Although I know my cats will regularly lounge there, I didn't think about it as I descended the stairs last evening and stepped upon poor Lily (pictured here). My feet came out from under me as I fell backwards, hit my head/neck along with my badonkadonk, (aka gluteus maximus) and spent 2 hours having xrays of my neck and spine at the ER. Everything checked out ok, and I was sent home with some Percocet (which help me deal with my mother's endless comments/questions/directions)
Why do our pets seem to be underfoot all the time? And what is the fascination for cats to lay themselves on steps? Please tell me I'm not the only one to step on a pet!
And Dragon, when you are done nursing Miss Stacey back to health, would you please travel North to care for my sore booty. Yes, I'm in need of a booty-call!
posted by Daisylouu at 12/30/2007 04:52:00 PM
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Oh my Gosh, Daisy is requesting that Dragon make a Booty Call....
Are you sure you know what you are asking for Daisy???
Sorry about your fall Daisy and I hope you fell well soon. Did they harass you at the hospital about your cat taking you out?
We have stairs but our girls do not lay on them except when playing with each other. Sheba will hide below one as the unexpecting Cheetah comes be-bobbing down and then Sheba jumps her! They then chase each other all over the house playing tag. But they do not lie on the stairs for us to step on them... Thank goodness for that… They do race us up the stairs though and I fear an innocent will occur one day with that game…
We have stepped on them in the past though when they are on the floor. They are both black and difficult to see in the dark so it is bound to happen. We have night lights all over the house to help us to see them but we still step on them occasionally. My favorite is when one of them sneaks into the kitchen when I have my back turned while working at the counter top then turn around to get something from the other side of the kitchen and trip over one! I make sure to be real careful with a knife in my hand when turning around….
Poor Daisy! Your butt hurts so much because it's too skinny! LOL. I'm glad you didn't break anything. I don't think you'd like being laid up with Mom in charge!
The Boss always complains about how the dogs have to lay rignt in the doorway where they can cause the most tripping damage. I've often tripped over them, but always caught myself before falling. And I'm lucky in that I don't have any steps.
Make those pills last! LOL.
Poor Poor Daisy! I am so sorry about your accident. Yes my girls all three like to lay on the steps like that but especially Penelope, our little one. They have all been stepped on at one time or another but not enough to hurt them. I wish there was a way to keep the girls off the stairs but so far nothing has worked. By the way is your kitty ok? I'm assuming all if fine since you didn't mention anything.
Lately I have stepped on Penelope's tail three times as well. Poor baby, at least it wasn't bad enough to hurt her but it makes me feel so bad when she yelpes.
Well maybe Dragon can make trek up North to check on you and give you that booty rub you so badly need. Hope you feel better soon. Hey it's a good thing you didn't mention having had a drink first cause then Skeeter would acuse you of being drunk,ha, like she did me when I slipped with my wet tennis shoe.
But it's ok Skeeter girl, I love you anyway
Now Pam... Just where did you get the idea that I was accusing you of being drunk when you stepped out of the SUV??? I did not say that, I think you are assuming things here. You slipped on the wet running board I know and you also had your hands full. Full of what will be our little secret but full to the point where you did take a fall. But if, you had listen to me and waited for the Saint to help you, then you would not have fallen and if you did, then you could have landed on him or accuse the Saint of pushing you or something like that. He would have been a softer landing then the driveway and wet grass though.... LOL.... Now I did not say you were drunk at all... they say the first thing to go when you get old is the memory... But I am not saying anything Pam... love ya girl....
And another thing Pam... You were not drunk when you got stuck in the bathroom either! I know that because you were pi$$ed that you did not have any beast with you to keep you company until someone found you...... Who rescued you anyway???
I noticed the next time you went in, you had a beast with you…. LOL
Oh My Lord.
All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm sneeking' here outside your door
I won’t wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so anxious I could die
So kiss my a** and smile for me
Tell me that you'll cook for me
Hold me like you will let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a JET’s plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, Wifey-pooh, I got to go
Daisylouu is in need of a certified TBI. (Tennessee Booty Inspector)
Daisylouu, my heart is breaking for you, your cat, and most importantly, the Booty. I hope nothing is broke. I need to be there to make sure everything is working OK. It will require thorough inspection by a certified TBI to ensure no damage was done. This procedure will have to be repeated numerous times. I will sacrifice myself for you in your time of need.
Ok, back to reality. Wifey-pooh is STILL sick. I think she is getting better. Today she started telling me some of the things I was doing was not done in the proper way. I am so excited she will be all better in a couple of days, NOT. I have been looking for at least one sympathy card for having to deal with her. The web must be running slow. Well when she gets better, at least the towel will be waiting for me when I get out of the shower.
Skeeter, I think there was three or four people who rscured me from the bathroom,ha. I drew quite a crowd. That was not a fun experience even though it was a very nice bathroom. And had I had a Beast it would have been far more pleasant and I was in the right place if nature called again. You are right I did think ahead the next time.
Dragon, wifey poo's card should already be there by now. I started to send one yesterday but Fly Boy interupted me while I starteed sending it cause we had places to go. I got into too much when we got home from our runningaround so just got to send the card. Sorry it didn't get there yesterday. Sure hope she is feeling a ton better today! Tell her I'm thinking about her and saying a prayer for her. In the meantime you be nice and take good care of her. After all she does for you she deserves it! It's not going to kill you to do a little something for her now and then. She makes up for lost time and you know it! So be a good Dragon and go give her a big hug and see if she needs anything!
I don't understand how you got stuck in the bathroom for more than a second! See, if you were a Yankee girl you'd be pounding on the door and yelling: Let me OUT OF HERE. YO! OPEN THE DOOR!"
Dragon, I hope the wife is doing well! We miss her here and I'm sure you are a mess having to do things for yourself for once in your life. I hope you are not neglecting Shadow Tweety!
Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll be sitting on a cushion ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm awaiting the Inspector.
Dragon & Daisy, You two are cracking me up....
And yes, I remember that song!
Gee, I was feeling better, but now after reading all this Daisy and Dragon mushiness, I think I'm going to hurl.
LOL, Welcome Back Stacey!
If you’re going to hurl, be sure to hug the throne tightly.
'Cause I'm leaving on a JET's plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I need to go
And I'm leaving on a JET’s plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I need to go
Go, GO already!
I'll pitch in for the ticket!
Just another donation for a dog in need Or is that a dog in heat???
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