This morning I was sitting here calmly writing an e-mail and drinking my coffee when "Mr. C" my old yellow barn tabby decided I had earned personal attention from him. He began by performing a carrier landing. A carrier landing is where he gets a running start towards my desk usually from three to four feet away. When he's still about twelve inches off, he propels himself into the air, all four paws extended and lands on the edge of the desk. Now here's where things get interesting. Unlike an actual aircraft carrier there is no arresting hook to snag him and bring Mr. C to a smooth and soft landing. What happens is more like those huge multi-car accidents you see at the INDY 500.
As if the top of my desk were covered in grease, Mr. C soars out of control grabbing at anything to slow his forward movement. Since my desk is my work area it usually contains letters, file folders, picture frames, pens, mouse, computer, etc. Like a runaway train, Mr. C plows across my desk top, papers flying, coffee spilling, Mr. C entangled in the wire running from my computer to my mouse.
Like the passing of a tornado, it's over as quickly as it began. One minute Mr. C is skidding out of control towards my computer screen and next he's sitting calmly among the carnage he just created, grooming his paws, oblivious to what has just occurred.
I will mop up the coffee, put the pictures back in their places, stack my paper work and glare at Mr. C who at this point has decided to take a nap on top of my keyboard. Mr. C would make any stuntman proud with his performance. I, however, am thinking it's time to install an airbag on my desk top before someone gets really hurt.
Have a purrable day...
Nick
