Things that go bump

I started the day as I do often – checking my clients’ Facebook pages “real quick” and getting sucked in for a couple hours. So I didn’t get around to showering until midmorning. The Boy had been gone for hours. Obi decided to head to the basement with me.

When I got out of the shower, though, someone was upstairs. I could hear them walking. Big steps. Bigger than Obi’s. Bigger than The Boy’s.

My heart pounded. I listened. Clump clump clump.

Breaking land speed records, I threw on some clothes and ran a brush through my hair. After all, there was a chance this wasn’t going to be a murderer. Ratted hair allowed to dry, though, would be a true catastrophe.

I listened as I did all this. Clump clump clump.

Heart pounding.

Finally, it was time to cowboy up and leave the basement. I rounded the corner to go down the hall toward the stairs. A grey cat jumped out of the laundry room. A big, fluffy grey cat.

Not Oliver.

He came at me.

It was Obi. Apparently he fell behind the washing machine. He had a six inch radius of lint attached to every inch of his body. It took ten minutes of serious brushing to make him small and brown again. Oh, and a ten pound kitten trapped behind a washing machine?

Goes clump clump clump.



4 responses to “Things that go bump

  1. It was nice of Obi to clean behind the washing machine for you.

    This reminds me a little of the time when I was at home alone, and I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the toilet flushing (it was, of course, a cat).

    • Cats seem to think that once you stop getting freaked out by the “let’s look down the hallway and seem alarmed” trick that they need to up the ante.

      I may throw him behind the washing machine a couple times a year. He was quite effective.

  2. They always get into the worst things. Sorry for your fearful experience, but thanks for the laugh!

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