It’s After Me!

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.