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A couple of years ago, before Fister had completely taken over our bed, and was still very shy, he decided to hop up onto the bed behind me. :)
Unfortunately, I hadn’t seen him, and as I turned over at the same time, my (rather sharp!) elbow hit him very hard right in the middle of his nose as he ran towards me. He was MOST put out, and wouldn’t talk to me or come near me for a couple of days! :mad: :mad: :mad:
john
It happens to everybody, on purpose or not. I step on Juni's paws or tail from time to time, but immediately I kiss her and she forgives and forgets. I also give her once in a while a palm or two to her "bottom", when she's guilty, but she takes it very easy, sometimes too easy, just like a kid.
John, as always, your stories are funny.
I call Texas "Lord Underfoot"...cause that is where he usually is. I stepped on his paw the other morning, and of course, he screamed as if it had come off...Think that got him out of my way? Oh no. Three minutes later, his head got shut in the fridge!!! Where he was busy checking out the contents!!!!! I wondered why the door 'bounced' back open...he he he..I assure you, he is fine. But, I did suffer from guilt. AND as I tried to go to him, to pick him up and formally apologize, of course, he ran like I was a monster!!!!:eek:
Cataholic,
Thanks for the laugh! :) I can picture it perfectly because Texas sounds like Noah when he was younger, and Basil now. They never seem to learn not to check out the fridge or sit between your feet when in the kitchen. Poor things, they must really wonder about us. :D