4:55pm
EEEEK! It's a Cy-Purr mouse.
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I decided that it was time to change the area rug in the living room yesterday. Everything was going along ever so nicely until the thing got caught up under the sofa. The sleeper sofa. The queen sized sleeper sofa. The queen sized sleeper sofa with the (aren't you soooo... glad you decided to get) extra HEAVY duty back support insert. My little peasant frame and strength(4'11") wasn't up to the queen sized lifting requirements. I needed a plan. I began collecting wood while Fluzzy, Snoggle and Pooka began to make their own plans.
They had been helping/supervising/getting in the way for most of the process. Fluzzy sat on the coffee table rearranging the toys that were being gathered up and tossed into her toy box. Snoggle lounged on the sofa waiting for the first crack at the fur free surface under the old rug. Pooka was helping to roll the carpet up, (from the inside). The rug business had been fun to watch up to this point. Now it looked like I was about to do something serious and could kill myself. They did just what you would expect a bunch of beloved cats to do. They started playing rock, paper, scissors to see who would get the best pick of the used to be me meat. Pooka kept trying to do "litter" and lost. She got the head (which is rather empty). Snoggle got the feet, fingers and elbows. Fluzzy thought that she had won until Snoggle reminded her that my bottom had always been packed with lard but now it would have the little extra bonus: splinters.
The only way to lift the sofa by myself was to construct a levering system. So I stacked up a few pieces of scrap wood next to the sofa. I wedged in a long strip of hard wood between the fulcrum and frame. I turned so my back was to the sofa. I pulled off my socks to get a good grip on the roll of rug (with the extra special Pooka filling). Then I sat on the lever. The sofa began to rise. The rug began to move. The Cy-Purr Mouse toy that had been wedged way back under the sofa came to life. It began to flash its weird little eyes and scream. Snoggle, who had been sleepily enjoying her little bouncy sofa ride began wake up. Fluzzy started to scream along with the mouse and got the closet look at the ceiling fan that she had ever gotten in her entire life. The mouse began to laugh and run out from under the sofa. Snoggle decided it was time to run too. She powered her way over my shoulder, under Fluzzy's tumbling mass to the safety of the bedroom. Fluzzy tore after her without missing a single note of the cat fit opera the mouse had started. I was still balanced on the 3 inch strip of hard wood holding the sofa in the air. The eye flashing mouse began to circle and make odd gurgling sounds. Pooka crawled out of the end of the old rug to see if anything was happening. She lumbered over to the mouse, flipped it over, sniffed it and wandered off to look for the others.
I managed to get up without getting squashed and ran to answer the phone. The Mouse continued to flash it eyes, spin its wheels and scream out a insane collection of wailing laughter all the time I was on the phone. I hung up. It stopped. I stopped trying to lift the sofa and just cut the rug free with a steak knife. There just might be something worse under that sofa.
3 months ago
3 months ago