Kitty Capers

After getting in trouble for lying about eating the last muffin, Logan was told to go apologize to Dad.  I heard him come running down the hall and face plant on the carpet.  It didn't take much imagination to picture the substantial feline girth over which he had tripped.  I myself have also had this unfortunate experience but I've usually got my arms full and the beast is parked across the second step from the top.  Did I mention that it is also usually dark, the cat is black and it's far too late to do anything about once I've realized that there is no squishy step?  But I digress. 

There was a small commotion while he recovered and continued down the hall.

"The kitty just runned me down!"

So much for the apology.

"Did he now?" I said.

Now let me see if I understand.  Oliver was lying in the hallway, albeit like a giant sideways log, but minding his own business, nevertheless.  You came along, performed a belly flop, mashed him into the carpet...and he ran you down?  Interesting.  Apparently my sense of indignation toward the kitty criminal was not striking the appropriate chord.  Logan didn't wait for me to come to my senses and immediately left in search of a sympathetic soul.

"Mom, the kitty just runned me down!"

"I'm sorry sweetie, he's kind of a dumb kitty," she said.

Too true, however, this was not the consolation that was being sought.  The fact remained that justice had yet to be served.  Did you forget that Mommy was the one who sent you to apologize in the first place?

"Say, no, no kitty," he commanded.

Uh-huh.  Nice try.

"You just don't want to be the only one in trouble," she said.

- 11 December 2011