Picture this – a cup of coffee on a small table that’s decorated with a cute Christmas cloth, and me with a vacuum cleaner set on turbo. I did NOT know this had the same thrust as a Boeing 747 starboard engine at take-off, and I swear I was no nearer than ten inches to that table! Anyway – flump! – the cloth disappeared up the spout.
Now I’ve seen magicians pull a tablecloth from under a whole dinner set without even rattling a spoon. But me? Naw, the cup leapt into the air, did a spiteful pirouette and sprayed everything within a ten foot radius – the ceiling, the walls, the curtain on the other side of the room, the settee, the carpet, the rug … the poor cat will be traumatized for the rest of its life.
I’m only glad we haven’t got a dog – the doghouse would be crowded with both of us in there for the foreseeable future!