Shady-dude, a life of leisure

Me-ouch!

So Sunday was a pretty normal day. I woke up, demanded breakfast, was fed, and had my morning nap on the sofa. Mom got home from the gym, ate lunch, adored me for a while, then took Sydney-pup out for a walk so I could get a restful afternoon nap.

Then later in the afternoon daddy got home from a work pawty. There was a lot of chaos as Sydney ran around wagging and barking and making sure we all knew daddy was home. I don't understand why she can't just calmly walk over and wait for attention like I do, but that's just not her way. Dogs! They're SO over the top. Gush-gush-gush. Wag-wag-wag. No dignity at all!

Eventually mom and dad decided they were going grocery shopping. Mom went to get her purse and jacket, Sydney ran around like a fool hoping that she was going with them, dad went to get his keys, and I turned to head back to the sofa for a quick evening nap. And then... ME-OUCH! Daddy didn't notice me and he STEPPED ON ME. This wasn't a tiny sock-footed oops. This was a toe-crunching, hard-bottomed shoe smashing my little tootsie!!!

I yowled, then ran/limped for the sofa. My darling mommy ran over to me and told daddy to keep the dog back (Sydney was trying, of course, to get in the middle of all the chaos). She picked me up, but then got really dumb and tried to touch my toes. DUH! I don't like her messing with my feet much under normal circumstances, and right then I was hurting. I growled, but also snuggled into her shoulder hoping she could make the pain go away.

She put me down and I limped over to sit under the dining room table, then daddy let the stupid dog go and she came wagging and panting over to me. I ran/limped for the stairs, and mommy finally yelled at daddy to HOLD THE DOG. She followed me upstairs, and I managed to jump up on the bed where she was petting and consoling me. Only then did she tell daddy that he and the wag-machine could come up.

I laid down among the pillows, and mom and dad were hovering over me, talking all nice and telling me what a good boy I am (of course!). And daddy kept apologizing. Mom was giving me all my favorite pets, but occasionally she would try to touch my toes so I'd growl to warn her that they still hurt. They weren't even sure which foot daddy stepped on... it happened so fast he just didn't see. She was so worried, thinking that I might have a broken leg or toe, and they were talking about taking me to the vet. UGH - talk about adding insult to injury... literally!!

But mom kept hoping that it was just a bad bruise, and I'd be OK. So they decided they'd go to the grocery store, and if I didn't come downstairs to greet them when they got home then it would be vet-time for me. Did they not realize that I was sitting RIGHT THERE and could hear them???

Well, believe me - when I heard the car pull into the driveway I made my way downstairs, and was waiting at the front door for them when they came in! PHEW - vet visit narrowly averted! And just to make sure that they didn't have second thoughts I even let them each touch my back legs and toes to confirm that I was A-OK.

But keep in mind, kitty-pals... watch out for men wearing dress shoes.
They're DANGEROUS!!!

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrs
- Seamus
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