When my wife and I were first married, we had a cat named Luther. Luther was a big black lump who, despite being about a hundred years old, was in fact the best cat ever. Occasionally Luther, like all cats, would get some crazy idea in his head about suddenly needing to be on top of a particular piece of furniture. So one night, while my wife and I were sound asleep, Luther jumped on top of our dresser and, being a rather large and clumsy cat, proceeded to knock over everything on the dresser as loudly as possible. I sat up halfway in bed, trying to decide whether it was worth the trouble to get up and shoo Luther off the dresser. My wife, who was apparently a little more groggy than I, sat up and took a quick look around. Seeing something moving in the semi-darkness, she reached out and gave me a decisive slap on the back of my head, issued a firm "NO!" and fell back to sleep.I was so surprised that I didn't tell her she had slapped the wrong cat until the next morning. I probably deserved it anyway.
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| posted by Diesel at Wednesday, November 15, 2006 |
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Omg, I'm afraid I can't properly comment on this post; I'm laughing too hard. That was just awesomely funny.
AAAH! And so is my veri:
iicky
must.....stop.....laughing.....
That is hilarious. And you are probably right!
You sure she wasn't responding to something else perhaps?
I'm with G! She probably remembered something you did at 6:32pm in the year 2001.
As for the cat, it's really something when you forget to put the lid down on the piano keys and your FAT cat decides to play at 3am.
First time he did that, I almost sold him to the nearby Chinese Restaurant.
yeah... so the cat was on top of the dresser, but what were you on top of? inquiring (and disturbed) minds want to know... but not badly enough to wait around for the answer.
funny funny funny! it's good to see life in the Central Valley hasn't ruined your sense of humor, Diesel... must be all those pesticides, eh? xox
Thanks, everybody. And you're probably right, maybe she was dreaming about inside out socks and just couldn't take in any more.
And Neva, I swear I was minding my own business. Er, nevermind.
I mean, couldn't take IT any more.
Did Luther live with your wife before you got married?
If I ever get married my husband is going to find himself pushed off the edge of the bed every time he wakes me up...
'datlgdrz' - a colloquialism used in such cases as asking someone to move a body part. ie. - 'If you move datlgdrz, I'll be able to vacuum in front of the sofa."
Cats are women.
Dogs are men.
Nuff said.
-wolfe
Are you sure there was even a cat there? And inside out socks are bad!
She probably was taking out some sort of repressed Freudian aggression on you in her sleep.
What triggered this memory anyway.
Pcnzgmmq (n) - The longest word verification string ever.
Robin - They had a brief fling a few years earlier, but she said it was nothing serious.
Wolfe - Nuff said, indeed.
Goldennib - Come to think of it, I'm not sure we even had a cat. The only reason I thought we had one is that every time my wife hit me she said she was aiming for the cat.
Did you ignore my question because I punctuated it incorrectly?
Greg - I ignored your question because you were submitting it at the same time as I was submitting mine, so I didn't see it. NOW I'm ignoring it because you punctuated it incorrectly.
Delightful post--and heading. Haven't had a laugh that good since I don't know when. Now I need a ciggie.
Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I think this has happened at my house before, except it wasn't that funny. Luther got away with mischief yet again! (And that's an awesome name for a big, old kitty.)
My word verification sounds like what you probably mumbled after your wife smacked you on the head: vvfhgumr.
Greg - Ok, I've punished you long enough. You mean why did I feel the need to post this particular story just now? No idea. Why does my brain do any of the stuff it does?
Notaclue - Thanks, and thanks again for noticing my spelling error. You must have an eagle eye, because I'm generally kind of a spelling Nazi. English professor parents....
Miss Kitty - Luther really was the best cat ever. He got sick and I had to have him put to sleep. It makes me sad. :(
sorry, but I'm ROTFLMHO at your expense and your poor suffering... thank you so much, that's the best laugh I've had in ages.
Because I had to leave the room to get a paper towel to wipe the tea off my face from where it spewed out my nose when I read the title, I couldn't read the rest. Sorry. Sounds funny, though.