I was walking along
the kitchen counter just now, minding my own business as we Men-Of-The-Houses
do, when a gargantuan piece of Super Sticky packing tape attached itself to my
leg! I immediately ran from it but the insane thing simply won’t let go - it is
hanging on with all claws, determined to become one with my fur.
I ran around the
corner and dashed up the stairs thinking this would surely throw it off my
trail but when I looked back, it was still there, clicking and swishing over
the treads like a fish on a string. I can feel its grip tightening around my
ankle! Somewhere along the way we picked up a piece of paper which clacks on
the floor with every bump. My eyes are round with horror.
To make things worse,
Mummy is now following me, too. As if I haven’t enough to concern myself with,
apparently she wants in the action as well so is hot on my heels, grabbing and
snatching at my leg for some strange reason. The frenzied noise [and presumably
action-packed scene] of me being followed by tape being followed by paper being
followed by Mummy has naturally attracted the attention of the other cats who,
like Mummy, feel the need to join the game. They are now all in the chase; I am
like a wild man, ears laid back and paws scooping the air in front of me in my
desperate run to outmaneuver these crazies.
Where to go??
I know – I will hide
inside a cabinet in Dad’s study!
*PLUCK, PLUCK*
*SCRaaaPE*
*SLAM*
I can hear them coming…oooh, when will it end?
Woe is me!
I hate tape.
You sure are funny, Gussie! I think your mummy was trying to help...
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