Daft bugger

The room was completely dark.  I'd just nipped in to put a book away before I went to bed.  I didn't want to trip over any sleeping cats/errant folders/cat vomit  so I put the light on.

I was not expecting the scene that met my eyes.  In fact, I nearly dropped the book in surprise.

Frankie, the daftest bugger in the world, was sat in my office swivel chair, green eyes wide open in amazement.  The chair was swivelling  at high speed, apparently of its own accord.  He was hanging on for dear life, claws dug deep into the leather whilst his tail was wrapped around the arm rest.

I don't know whether he jumped on the chair (from either the ground or the bookcase where he hides when I have to use the hoover - Frankie is also a scaredy cat) and his impact caused it to spin.  On the other paw, he might have worked it out all by himself.  Although that is doubtful....

I couldn't resist.  I carried on spinning the chair with him hanging on.  I gave him the chance to jump off, but he seemed to really enjoy it.  He looked like a little surfer dude.

He couldn't walk in a straight line by the time we finished.

Comments

[Katie]

LOL

[Miss Arrogant]

LMAO!

[kross-eyed kitty]

That's too funny!

[kross-eyed kitty]

Hey!!!
I want more stories!