When I first got married, we had a cat. The wife had a candle burning on our small kitchen table for dinner. I remember saying thats a bad idea. We're outside and yep, wife forgets to blow out the candle. I say "it looks like something orange is in the kitchen (thru our screen door). Yeah, that's fire, the cat knocked over the lit candle, and out kitchen table is on fire. Thank god she switched to battery candles in the past years. We buy a ton of small cell batteries annually, but don't have to put out any fires!
Fast-forward 43 years to this summer. I'm recovering from hip replacement surgery and have an 8" incision on the top of my thigh, near the promised land. Our cat sleeps on a chair beside our bed, but frequently jumps on the bed. I'm nervous she's going to step on my incision. At 3 AM, I sense movement and lift my head. My wife turns on her light and asks what's wrong. Simultaneously, the cat jumps on my incision. I scream, and launch said cat about 6 feet in the air off the bed (cats DO always land on their feet). My wife just says wow. My daughter and her family are staying with us. Her and her husband pound down the hallway after hearing me scream. No harm done, and and we all laugh..... well, me later. Cat loses one of her nine lives, and gives me a wide berth for a few weeks.
I miss our dogs...
One of mine does, as well.
