I really scared mom
on Saturday.
Truth be known, I scared
me too.
Here is how this story
went~
I love with mom opens
a piece of candy or tears up
a piece of paper. I will sit
and stare at her till she
throws it on the floor for
me to bat around.
This morning, she tossed a piece
on the kitchen floor and I
started batting it around.
THEN I YELLED...
Really loud in the
most terrible meow my
mom ever heard.
My paw was hung under
the stove drawer. Mom
went all panicky on me
and reached under the drawer
to see if she could feel what
was holding my paw.
Still not sure mom tried,
really easy to move my
paw around to try and
get it loose.
The whole time I was yelling,
which brought Misty and
that made me yell more.
Mom got a piece of wood out
of her craft stash and lifted up the
front of the stove but still
could not get me unstuck.
She was about to try and move
the stove out some and push
it further over and I jerked,
getting free.
I RAN.
Mom ran after me and finally
caught me so that she could
look at my paw.
She cuddled with me and loved
on me, which I like to
make he think I don't like
but I was really loving it.
She pushed around on my
paw and I would meow
a bit but she could not
see any damage. When she
let me down I jumped
right down on it with no
pain.
Yep....I scared my
mom pretty good.
Lily