I fell flat on my face the other night. I blame the cats.
I got up to turn the thermostat down but didn’t bother to turn on a light because it’s only a few steps from my bedroom and has its own internal illumination.
Then I fell down.
Here’s why:
I forget the cats use the hallway as a racetrack and I no longer use mats to keep the rugs in place because, frankly, they don’t.
The only thing I hurt was my pride – and my big toe – though I did get a bit of revenge when I inadvertently hit this on the way down:
The cats already run when the regular doorbell rings so you can imagine the panic that ensued when the chimes started clanging into each other willy nilly at 2 am.
Revenge is sweet.
I don’t know why I was surprised at the rug incident. After all, this is how I often found the rug in my bedroom when I lived with my sister:
Actually, I think I inadvertently trapped a kitty in the closet and this was a silent plea for help, but you get the idea.
Needless to say, I no longer have rugs in the hallway.
