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Dec. 31st, 2004 02:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaI no longer fault Jake for being absolutely terrified of me. As of this evening, he's entirely justified in his fears of maiming-by-hairy-person... and Junior will probably ALSO never come near me again.
What gives? Well, it's fairly simple, really. I was sitting here, reading old Sluggy Freelance strips and listening to some solid ZZ Top grooves, when I realized it was time to feed the fuzzles. I wobble down the hall to the bathroom that's currently the home of Josh and Bart, freshen their water and put more kibble in their bowls, then head for the stairs. It's a split stairwell deal.. from the upstairs it goes down 2/3 of the way, then hits a landing where the stairwell T's, the left going to the foyer and the right going to the kitchen. Given that the cat's bowls, food, and (likely) the cats themselves were all in the kitchen, I hit the landing an pivoted... on my GOOD knee... and things promptly went utterly batshit.
What I actually remember:
I lost about fifteen minutes... and another ten trying to get myself untangled from the base of the stairwell. Standing up proved to be a not-so-smart thing to try; it was followed by another period of laying dazed on the floor. Almost a half hour more passed before I was able to get upright. In that time, not a single cat sighting occurred... for which I can't blame the poor divels at bit. Clunking the food dishes on the counter brought five of the missing seven into view... hesitant, but hungry and curious enough to investigate. Missing are Jake and Junior, whom I apparently connected with when I went down. I irritated the rest of them by wobbling away from the bowls without putting out any food, but I had to make sure that the other two were still alive and breathing. Junior was located under the love seat in Crystal's office, the sight of me got a panicked wail as he hit warp 9 out of the office again. Jake was found in the back corner of the basement, hiding under a bicycle... and his reaction was identical. *sigh* Alive, but in NO way interested in being within five miles of me.
Near as I can figure, when I pivoted on the landing my good knee buckled. It's happened a time or two down through the years, and it'd be consistent with what I saw/felt: the bright white flash would be the pain precursor, but my neural system is so badly fragged from the FMS and the strokes that it takes forever and a day for it to actually -register- as pain. So I pivot, knee goes boom, and headfirst down the staircase stub I went, fast enough that Jake and Junior only had time to see me coming but not to flee. That'd explain contact with fur at two separate locations, since neither cat's big enough to hit both.
*sigh* The cats did finally get fed, though it was a bit over an hour late by the time it all came together again. I put the food down and stepped outside onto the deck behind the kitchen... through the window I did see Jake and Junior hesitantly peek into the kitchen, and then charge for their bowls, so I know they ate too. Fortunately they don't see well past the reflections of window glass.
*shakes her head* Well, this is typical of how today has gone. I'm poking about on line trying to find a remedy for it, but haven't come up with much. Quinnie's got company, Siz's busy with other stuff, and my oddball hours mean that most of the others I know are either abed or at work. Looks like more Sluggy Freelance strips...
What gives? Well, it's fairly simple, really. I was sitting here, reading old Sluggy Freelance strips and listening to some solid ZZ Top grooves, when I realized it was time to feed the fuzzles. I wobble down the hall to the bathroom that's currently the home of Josh and Bart, freshen their water and put more kibble in their bowls, then head for the stairs. It's a split stairwell deal.. from the upstairs it goes down 2/3 of the way, then hits a landing where the stairwell T's, the left going to the foyer and the right going to the kitchen. Given that the cat's bowls, food, and (likely) the cats themselves were all in the kitchen, I hit the landing an pivoted... on my GOOD knee... and things promptly went utterly batshit.
What I actually remember:
- A bright flash of beyond white light.
- The almost drunken change of ...well... call it camera perspective
- Jake and Junior, both curled up at the bottom of the steps and looking absolutely adorable together, looking up with a simultaneous burst of terror appearing in their eyes
- Brief 'thud' type impacts with furry things with my left temple and my right bicep.
- Discovering that a) I'm on my back, b) my right leg is curled up under me somehow, c) the ceiling is spinning crazily, d) I can hear, sounding very distant, the sound of cats scattering for cover... including the much heavier footfalls of Jake. Apparently being deaf, he can't hear how loud he is and compensate like a normal cat.
- Enough time passed for me to wonder why these things were so... and then the wall of pain hit and I wasn't wondering much of anything.
I lost about fifteen minutes... and another ten trying to get myself untangled from the base of the stairwell. Standing up proved to be a not-so-smart thing to try; it was followed by another period of laying dazed on the floor. Almost a half hour more passed before I was able to get upright. In that time, not a single cat sighting occurred... for which I can't blame the poor divels at bit. Clunking the food dishes on the counter brought five of the missing seven into view... hesitant, but hungry and curious enough to investigate. Missing are Jake and Junior, whom I apparently connected with when I went down. I irritated the rest of them by wobbling away from the bowls without putting out any food, but I had to make sure that the other two were still alive and breathing. Junior was located under the love seat in Crystal's office, the sight of me got a panicked wail as he hit warp 9 out of the office again. Jake was found in the back corner of the basement, hiding under a bicycle... and his reaction was identical. *sigh* Alive, but in NO way interested in being within five miles of me.
Near as I can figure, when I pivoted on the landing my good knee buckled. It's happened a time or two down through the years, and it'd be consistent with what I saw/felt: the bright white flash would be the pain precursor, but my neural system is so badly fragged from the FMS and the strokes that it takes forever and a day for it to actually -register- as pain. So I pivot, knee goes boom, and headfirst down the staircase stub I went, fast enough that Jake and Junior only had time to see me coming but not to flee. That'd explain contact with fur at two separate locations, since neither cat's big enough to hit both.
*sigh* The cats did finally get fed, though it was a bit over an hour late by the time it all came together again. I put the food down and stepped outside onto the deck behind the kitchen... through the window I did see Jake and Junior hesitantly peek into the kitchen, and then charge for their bowls, so I know they ate too. Fortunately they don't see well past the reflections of window glass.
*shakes her head* Well, this is typical of how today has gone. I'm poking about on line trying to find a remedy for it, but haven't come up with much. Quinnie's got company, Siz's busy with other stuff, and my oddball hours mean that most of the others I know are either abed or at work. Looks like more Sluggy Freelance strips...
