Saw this on Facebook, thought it might be fun!
Sorry for laughing but peak cat behaviour I'm dyingWent to go downstairs in the middle of the night, in the dark, a few years ago. Cat was laid out on the 2nd stair from the top and I went straight over him. Bounced off every step on the way down and narrowly avoided banging my head on the wall at the bottom. Hematoma the size of a grapefruit on my bum, and defensive carpet burns to my arms and elbows. I had to spend 2 hours in A&E waiting for a decision on whether they were going to drain the Hematoma. They didn't in the end, and I couldn't sit down for around 2 weeks.
And my dear beloved cat? Never moved off that stair. He just stared at me with a judging look for the audacity of disturbing him, and then went back to sleep
It's the judgy look that just adds to the pain. I had a haematoma on my fanjo after a badly stitched episotomy and it's was actually more painful than labour. Astonishing how your own blood can hurt you so much!Went to go downstairs in the middle of the night, in the dark, a few years ago. Cat was laid out on the 2nd stair from the top and I went straight over him. Bounced off every step on the way down and narrowly avoided banging my head on the wall at the bottom. Hematoma the size of a grapefruit on my bum, and defensive carpet burns to my arms and elbows. I had to spend 2 hours in A&E waiting for a decision on whether they were going to drain the Hematoma. They didn't in the end, and I couldn't sit down for around 2 weeks.
And my dear beloved cat? Never moved off that stair. He just stared at me with a judging look for the audacity of disturbing him, and then went back to sleep
Went to go downstairs in the middle of the night, in the dark, a few years ago. Cat was laid out on the 2nd stair from the top and I went straight over him. Bounced off every step on the way down and narrowly avoided banging my head on the wall at the bottom. Hematoma the size of a grapefruit on my bum, and defensive carpet burns to my arms and elbows. I had to spend 2 hours in A&E waiting for a decision on whether they were going to drain the Hematoma. They didn't in the end, and I couldn't sit down for around 2 weeks.
And my dear beloved cat? Never moved off that stair. He just stared at me with a judging look for the audacity of disturbing him, and then went back to sleep