Or herself. Whichever.
We have 4 cats: one geriatric cat, one 3 years old, and two 2 year olds. The Violet, the 3 year old, is the fluffiest, and the smallest. Also, the wildest. She got a case of the rips on Sunday morning.
The rips involve zipping thru the house like her head's on fire and her tail is catching...running into, over, and under things. Including people and large pieces of furniture. It also means that something's gonna get broken, preferably something irreplaceable, like me.
Sunday morning she got it in her fuzzy little head that she needed to be on top of the dresser in my bedroom. Now, there's all of 4 inches free on the top of the dresser, what with the TV on top of it and all.
She gets up there, and then promptly slips behind it. She's effectively stuck, and we both know it, mostly because we've been here before. (Last time involved My Sweetie trying to lift the dresser so she could get out--she was squalling a racket like the apocolypse and managed to wedge herself under the dresser.)
I laugh and tell her that she's stuck now for a while, until I feel like getting her out of there.
She's got other plans, probably featuring the TV falling on top of one of us.
Charlotte, one of the 2 year olds, enters the room and plants herself in front of the dresser. Charlotte is wide-eyed with either awe or terror. That's the dresser where she stuffs most of the catnip mouses so that we can periodically drag them back out. I assume she thought that it was those very mouses grown big and strong and coming out to look for her.
I notice that My Sweetie's slipper is moving. Violet has reached from under the dresser and snagged it. She's keeping it. What she thought that would prove I don't know.
As I watch, still laughing, the Peach, as Violet is also called in our house, begins trying to cram herself out thru the space in the front of the dresser. Perhaps she thought that if the slipper would fit in, she would fit out. I don't know. She's on her third try, and getting very close to getting herself jammed in there, much like Pooh Bear when he was stuck at Rabbit's house....but not quite so cute and nice.
I can see that this IS going to get ugly, and possibly bloody, and also cost me a TV.
I shove Charlotte out of the way, and remove one dresser drawer. Charlotte's back, suddenly excited that the dresser drawer is out, but she's making herself dizzy trying to decide between investigating the drawer or the hole that is now in the dresser. I shove her out of the way again, and get the lowest drawer out.
Charlotte hops in the now-open space, with two Sweetie slippers and Violet.
Violet meows loudly with annoyance and jumps out. I remove two slippers and Charlotte. I have to put the drawers back in one handed--I'm fending off two deranged cats.
Once the drawers are back in the dresser, Violet begins zipping around the room, bouncing like a crazed thing, still in the throes of the rips.
On the way downstairs, the other 2 year old, Vendetta, "Precious," weaves thru my legs and under my feet.
They're trying to kill me.
