August 1st 2007 12:47 pm
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Hey I forgot to tell you that at this new house they have a magic floor. I'm sure it's there to prevent me from making a break for it. Make any sudden moves and you instantly become Cartoon Cat: chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-whoomp! And the next thing you know you're lying on the floor next to a cabinet door wondering how the humanlings changed the cat laws of physics. But I'll show them! I'll keep practicing my smooth feline acrocatics on the magic floor in secret at 3:00 in the morning. I must be more careful though, they seem to have a silent alarm. The minute my floor exercises get warmed up around the couch under the table under the desk and behind the Big Talking Picture Thing, the humanlings come sneaking out to catch me in the middle of the night. I pretend its all an act, and I swear I saw another wiggly that made me do it. I don't think they are buying my act though because sometimes they subject me to kitty floor torture. They catch me flat on the magic floor and spin me around and around. But I fooled them. I have become immune to their efforts, and actually its pretty fun. Especially when I get up and walk away sideways. That must be one of the affects of the magic. You can't tell which direction is what, and if you try to move that way you end up moving the other way and the next thing you know...your flat on the floor again. And then I've got them trained to scratch my chin and tummy while I'm laying there. What a life! Maybe I'll take my time practicing my escape plans.