After suffering thru all the little accidents, broken ceramic, and waking me up at strange hours and on weekends, I finally got even with my cat!
I was in the kitchen grabbing a bite to eat....
Since it's monday and there is a football game on-
I wanted to fix a hot dog to go with my beer. With Eddie in tow, we turned toward the fridge...
Hot Dogs, relish and ketchup......
I heated up my dog and saw I had no mustard!!
MY DOGS need mustard, so I opened the fridge door. Being a regular cat, Eddie just had to stick his head around the corner and check out what's going on...
The mustard container is one of the 'warehouse sized' monstrosities you buy at Costco because... it's on sale, you like mustard, it's really easy to cover your food with the pump/handle/dispenser on the top.
Just hit that sucker, the mustard flows and you are all done!!!!!!
WARNING!
Mustard that is exposed to air tends to harden into a tough texture...sometimes plugging the tiny hole from where the mustard comes out....
If you apply enough force to the pump you get a nice stream of mustard on your food.
If you apply enough force to the pump when the hole is halfway plugged by that bit of dried mustard- the stream tends to deflect in a direction you cannot possibly predict-- you cover the side of the hot dog, your leg and the cat.
I look at the dog, my leg and THEN notice the cat is covered in MUSTARD!
Luckily for me, that cat does not notice, he knows something has happened but he was too busy sniffing around and deciding if he should try and see what was in the vegetable bins at the bottom of the fridge....
Trying not to laugh at him, I grabbed a wet paper towel and cleaned him off and then proceeded to clean MY leg off..
He never had a clue as to what had happened.
And even tho I had some guilt about squirting him with mustard, in the end I felt a small bit of satisfaction seeing the look on his face, 'What happened????? What did you just do?????'....
We are now even for the hairball i stepped in that
time, the ceramic duck you broke, the drink you spilled, the litter you track over the house, the time you bit my hand, waking me up on the weekends.........
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