The other morning I woke up to a crime happening in. my. closet.
I heard someone, or something, moving around on the top shelf. I don’t have lots of rules about the top shelf of my closet, but one definite rule is “No cats allowed”.
Omi had been caught. She was noisily walking around on the closet shelf. Not cool, Daughter Cat, not cool. We made eye contact, and she understood that it was time to get down.
As you can see in the above picture Omi has jumped down to the row of clothes hangers. I’m not really clear on the physics that made this possible, but she was walking on the clothes hangers. She was balancing on hangers, People! I know, I know. I’ll be enrolling her in gymnastics next week.
And then? Then she lost her balance.
I should have been more concerned at this point, being her mother and all. Here is my fur baby doing everything she can to keep from falling, including clawing the crap out of a pair of jeans, and the only thing I’m thinking is, “Should I wake Mark up so he can enjoy this with me? Or just draw it out for him later?”
And then she fell. So ungracefully, which is so unlike her, and really loudly. So loud that it woke Mark up. It was either her fall, or my laughter at her fall. Regardless, it was probably one of the best alarm clocks of all time. Yes, I’d like an alarm clock that incorporates a cat falling out of my closet for Christmas. I think I saw one on Ebay.
Omi was taken into custody immediately after committing her crime of exploring the closet without proper permits, and is currently under house arrest.
(No, I’m not taking any drugs. Unfortunately.)