I promise I'm not going to turn in to one of those blogs that's only story after story about my cat, not that there's anything wrong with that. Frankly, I find those blogs HIGHLY entertaining. But, I digress...
Anywho, this morning at promptly 5 AM there was a huge crash in the kitchen. I woke up and instantly thought, "Marbles!" Much like how Jerry says, "Newman!" in Seinfeld. I turned to Robb and said, "What the hell was that? It sounded like our nice big vase. But that's on top of the cupboards."
I swung my feet out and put them on the floor, stepping on the cat. He meowed at me and gave me those big eyes like, "What was that, guys? You'd better go make sure no one broke in! It sure wasn't me!"
And we all three went into the kitchen and flipped on the light, squinting at what I expected would be a major disaster zone.
Nothing. There was nothing around, and I started thinking we might all three be insane. And then I looked around some more and found one little metal thermos had been knocked off of the top of the fridge and onto the table where we keep our metal toaster oven and the metal Foreman grill and the metal crumb tray for said oven.
The damn cat was on TOP of the fridge. I just keep thinking about him running for his life when the thermos made a huge crashing noise as it landed on everything down there, and it makes me laugh every time. And there he was, sitting by the bed like he hadn't ever even THOUGHT about getting on top of the fridge. Little turd.
Cracks me up.
And then we couldn't get to sleep again...since Marbles was wide awake and intent on climbing on the headboard and knocking over the lamp and walking over us and just being a general ding-a-ling. A cute ding-a-ling.
I love this cat.