First I wish I had a camera in my hand for this one but no suck luck. Evidently Hunter decided that we needed a little comic relief to help us heal so he provided it last night...Tuesday is garbage night. I was in the kitchen getting the garbage together. We don't have a normal garbage can in the kitchen. We have one of the "big" ones from Home Depot, takes 39 gallon trash bags. It works for us in that it means only one bag of trash a week, plus the litter box changes...so anyway, on top of the trash can is one of Hunter's favorite spots to sit. He can look out the sliding door into the backyard and watch the world go by. As I was getting stuff together I took the lid off the trash can and it was leaning against the fridge. Hunter sniffed at the lid but obviously didn't quite figure out what it was....(and I wish I had RIchard's talent for story telling, but here goes...) he left the kitchen. I turned when I heard the sound of a crazed Hunter cat coming into the room. Turned in time to see his feet leave the ground aiming for the top of the trash can...where there is supposed to be a safe perchHe managed somehow to balance with a paw or two on one edge and a paw or two on another edge. I swear it lasted forever but I didn't manage to catch him before he slid off the edge and fell in....fortunately there was nothing yucky for him to land in, just a little coffee grounds between the toes. As of when we left for work an hour ago or so he still had not gone to sit on his perch....traumatized by a garbage can....
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thanks for the pre-work smile
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