Mupsy sat on the hillside, under a bush, and watched Mom fill up the watering can at the outdoor faucet. Mom then proceeded to head down the hill to the garden. All of a sudden, at exactly the right moment, Muspy darted out from under the bush and ran directly between my Mom's legs tripping her. When she reached the bottom and got up, she turned and there was Mupsy a few feet away. She was just sitting there preening, licking her paw.
Mom still swears that cat was smiling.
Needless to say, when Mom relayed the story to me I nearly died from laughing because my stomach hurt so much. The individual was being none to gentle about poking me in the ribs and abdomen. As this continued I woke to find that my son's cat Jimmy was attempting to burrow his way between the quilt and blanket and the digging motions were rather sharply poking me. Needless to say, Jimmy was unceremoniously ejected from his position. I felt pretty disgusted with myself for wearing a fur coat, when all of a sudden it sneezed in my face.