Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

the dark side of flippy cat

This is Adira in what I call the "flippy stage". It gives her a chance to show off that beautiful white fluffy underside.

She does this to me when she lays on my chest. I've learned to use my arm to shore her up and prevent her from sliding off. In a panic when she realizes she's sliding, the claws come up, and bloody scratches on the tummy are not sexy.

But if you noticed, this is about 5.5' high from the floor. This is the highly sought after "good spot". I've worried about her falling off from time to time. But figured she's a cat, she knows what she's doing.

Sunday night while chatting away via IM to boyfriend, a loud commotion grabbed my attention from the laptop screen. Adira had been on the "runner up to good spot" (craft shelves about 3' high). Adira was now on the floor shaking her head. She must have gotten a bit too flippy and flopped right off the shelves. Magnum was on the good spot almost shaking his head in disbelief like "dork".

Some treats soothed any sore egos.

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