Cat-Catching

Hi folks!

What's up with y'all? Another exciting day here...

Today as Mum and I were sitting on the couch talking, Maggie (one of the cats), who was sitting on the recliner, started hacking and coughing. You've seen Shrek 2? Yeah, well, me neither. But I did see a 30-second clip of it once, the part where the little animated Puss in Boots coughs up a hairball. That was funny.

Anyway, that was no doubt what Maggie was intending to do. Our cats have this problem -- they throw up (or as the Aussies sometimes say, chunder) a lot. Like, A LOT. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. If I did, you can be sure I'd put a stop to it right quick!

"Oh, no you don't, Maggie, don't throw up on the chair again!" yelled my mum.

Maggie responded with a very elegant "Gack!!"

Mum launched herself up off the couch, grabbing for Maggie, who was teetering precariously on the edge of the chair. Maggie was shocked into choking down her next little outburst, and took off for the stairs.

I made a grab for her as she dashed by, but of course missed.

Mum chased Maggie on up the stairs and toward the dining room; I trailed closely behind and then played my "split up and surround 'em" strategy, heading Maggie off as she darted under the table. With Mum on one end of the table and me on the other, Maggie was cornered, or so we thought.

"Hack! Hack! Cough!" she choked out, and made a desperate run for the living room once again, swerving between Mum and me.

We promptly chased after her, Mum stopping along the way to raid the Valentine's Day candy-hearts container (yes, people, I'm aware Valentine's Day was weeks ago -- don't blame me, I don't eat candy) to regain her strength. Maggie made it back to the living room triumphantly unscathed, her gagging starting to diminish from the effort of running back and forth.

She saw me approaching from behind and Mum coming toward her from the front, and panicked, scrambling back up the stairs in a last-ditch effort.

"Hah! Caught you!" I exulted as I made a flying tackle, grabbing the sleek torpedo-shaped little black bundle of fur and pulling her in close to my body.

*thinks to self: Hmmm...maybe I would have made a good rugby player after all...erm...that is what one does in rugby, n'est-ce pas? OK, I admit, I'm ignorant. LOL!*

The plot was successful. Maggie was caught. Both carpet and chair were saved. Huzzah!

So...*clears throat daintily*...what's going on with you, dear readers? Hope you're having as much fun as I! :-)