Catskin Rug

Posted on August 11, 2003 in Cats

Fiona almost got herself rendered into a catskin rug this afternoon. It’s the threat I use when one of our beasts has done the unpardonable. I set myself up for her interference by leaving an important print job running while I took a shower. When I came back, the ink cartridge and the paper was jammed. It took me several minutes to fix. Fiona kept coming in, attempting to supervise. I chased her off each time.

Dismantling the printer suggested that she’d stuck her paw through the paper intake and stalled the cartridge mechanism in that fashion. I got the printer running again, but only after much prodding and poking of the inner works. As soon as it sucked the first sheet, Fiona rushed in the room and batted at the departing page.

I chased her through the condo, screaming and stomping my feet. At the front door, she stopped and rolled on her back. See? I am showing my belly. Because you can hurt me easily, you can’t hurt me now. I accepted her surrender, held her in my arms, kissed her on the cheek, and said “What a kitten! You nearly ended up dead!” She wriggled out of my loving grasp. When I set her down, she rubbed against me. We had peace, though when I went back to finish the print job, I shut the office door behind me until it was finished.