The whole thing started innocently enough.
My cat Maggie has decided that she likes to eat spiders out of the corners of our house. There are apparently LOADS of these because she usually has spiderwebs in her whiskers these days. I think this is cute and have been trying to get a picture of it, like the one above. Maggie wasn’t cooperating though, and made me chase her through the kitchen to get this shot. Right after it was taken, she jumped on our kitchen table, where I had my computer and coffee ready for a morning of writing. Maggie isn’t ALLOWED on the table, which might be why she decided to barf on it at that very moment. She also had remarkable aim and horked directly onto my mouse. This is when I screamed of course, because it was disgusting but also because it landed dangerously close to the aforementioned computer and coffee. My scream startled Maggie, which caused her to do one of those Scooby-Doo dashes. You know, where they scramble for a moment before actually getting the traction needed to run? This action sent the barf-covered-computer-mouse AND my glass of water falling to the floor, where the glass shattered (of course). Now there is barf-covered-broken-glass all over my floor and a terrified kitty in my lap. I would take a picture of the whole thing but seriously, I think that would be pushing my luck.