Day before yesterday I made a frozen pizza. I sit it on a chair in my bedroom while watching tv and being on the computer. But it is also where my cat likes too sit, I think you know where I am going with this.
So I am munching away about half done, and the cat bolts through the bedroom door like a pit bull was chasing him, blurry fast like the stars in a warp drive, bouncing off the bed to the floor then BAM onto the chair knocking my pizza to the floor. YOU TALK ABOUT PISSED! Not his fault of course, and I can laugh at it now. It's one of those "SON OF A BITCH!" Moments.
So I am munching away about half done, and the cat bolts through the bedroom door like a pit bull was chasing him, blurry fast like the stars in a warp drive, bouncing off the bed to the floor then BAM onto the chair knocking my pizza to the floor. YOU TALK ABOUT PISSED! Not his fault of course, and I can laugh at it now. It's one of those "SON OF A BITCH!" Moments.
