Maggie and the Bra
Every morning way too early, my cats (who sleep in my bedroom with me) wake me up for food. The normal routine is that Maggie claws the covers off of me and meows in my face, and Jeep sits at the end of the bed staring. If I reach for either of them, they race towards the door. Last night, after arriving home from Murphy’s, where there was a Scenestars party at which Mr. E.J. was "spinning," I changed clothes and hung my bra (it smelled like a smoky bar) on the doorknob of the door to my bedroom to air out. This morning, when I opened the door to let the cats out to feed them. Maggie didn’t race past me. She stopped. She’d raced through the strap of the bra hanging on the inside of the door and was stopped dead in her paw tracks. As cats do, she just tugged. I figure if I hadn’t released her, she would have slingshotted back into the room. I usually don’t laugh out loud that soon after waking up, but it was a priceless scene! I was honestly surprised Jeep wasn’t laughing out loud, too! She saw the whole thing and seemed very confused.
Comment by Aaron H
August 4, 2005 @ 3:34 pm
Hehe. That’s funny.
Of course, the lack of comments here makes me think that people are scared of this post because you talk about your bra. That’s sad. I like bra stories.