After unfolding Gran’s walker and helping her out of the car and I carried Prince into the house in his new carrier. He vocalized his displeasure, loudly and without interruption, from the car to the kitchen.
While Gran used the bathroom, I washed Prince’s cute new cat bowl. The red and white fish painted on the bottom of the blue ceramic bowl made me smile.
Prince clawed at my legs while I opened the can of food.
“Give me a second, would ya?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t.
He rewarded me with an impatient meow.
“Let me put it down,” I huffed at him, hoping he’d let me walk the five steps to his feeding mat without tripping me.
He didn’t.
I took two steps before he raced between my feet. Losing my balance and not wanting to step on the little fucker, I grabbed the counter for support. Unfortunately, my face slammed into the corner of an open cabinet door.
Which hurt like hell.
“Fucking cat.”
At least I didn’t drop his food and make a messor break his new bowl. After putting his food on the floor, I went to my room to inspect the damage.
I had a scrape on my cheekbone and would likely have a bruise under my eye before dinner.
“Is everything okay?” Gran asked from the hall.
“Yeah, the stupid cat tripped me, and I slammed my face on a cabinet door.”
“How bad is it?”
“A scrape and I’ll probably have a black eye.”
“You know, you really should close those doors,” she said, turning towards the kitchen.
“Thanks for the sympathy, Gran,” I called out as I followed her.
“It’s a scratch; you’ll be fine.” If I were hurt, she’d be at my side as fast as she could push her walker, helping me.
I would be, but would she be as lucky if the demon cat tripped her?
“That’s a good boy,” Gran praised the demonic cat like he hadn’t just tried to kill me.
My phone buzzed with a text alert.
How’d it go at the vet?
We have a cat. crying emoji
I bet Gran is thrilled.
She is. But he just tried to kill me.
I’m sure that’s not true.
He tripped me, and I hit my face on a door.
I’m sorry.
Go ahead, laugh. I would.
