Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Leave it to Rutherford
The kittens were in the middle of their post-breakfast rumble, and were running hard and playing wild in the living room.
Cedric and Rutherford were involved in a round of "King of the Scratching Post" and I stood about three feet away from this game, with a bowl of cereal and raspberries in my hands. I was still a little sleepy, and although I was looking in their direction, I wasn't entirely focused on the two.
I'm not sure what possessed him to do so, but all of a sudden, Rutherford launched his floofy orange self from the top of the post. He was airborne and heading in my direction. My hands were full, so there was nothing to do but to stand there and wait to see where he landed.
Well, he landed on me. Actually, I should say, he tried to land on me.
He sunk his tiny, razor-sharp toenails through my paper-thin jammies and into my skin. He slid down, leaving several rows of scratches on my stomach. Once he released his grip, he dropped to the ground like a rock.
Of course when all of this was happening, cereal, raspberries, and milk were flying. I managed to keep a grip on the bowl, but the mess spread far. Rutherford and Cedric got splashed, but the others stayed clean. The rug saw the worst of it.
Everyone scrambled to lap up the milk, but I grabbed them all, and put them in their room while I cleaned up the mess,
No, there are no photographs to document this scene, but there may be some scars.