My early Halloween scare.
 

So, last night, in the wee hours, long after everyone else in the house had gone to bed, I'm surfing the TFP, and chatting away on IRC, when I hear this odd thumping sound coming from the basement. My daughter had been watching horror movies all day long, so I'm already a little wierded out. Now, normally these movies don't creep me out, but at 2:00AM, when you are, for all intents and purposes, alone in the house, and you start hearing odd sounds in the basement, it makes for a little creepy. So, after a couple of minutes rationalizing to myself that Freddy is most certainly not in my basement, I proceed to steel myself enough to grab the flashlight and go down there to investigate. At the top of the stairs, I call out with a "Hello? Who's down there?" Of course, 42 years should have taught me that the killer in the movie almost never replies back with "Oh, I'm just a homicidal maniac, come to slit your throat." So, after getting no reply to my query, I proceed to descend the stairs. About 4 steps from the bottom I catch a glimpse of movement out the corner of my right eye. before I could focus the flashlight in the vicinity of the movement, I hear a loud crash, and something bounces off of my chest, hits the floor in front of me, and proceeds to tear up the stairs right past me. After my heartrate returns to whatever is somewhat normal for a 42 year old male smoker, that drinks way too much coffee, it all came back to me. Earlier in the evening, I had sat down with a bowl of ice cream. The cat was getting on my last nerve by begging for some ice cream, so I tossed his black butt down in the basement and forgot about him. When he is in the basement, he likes to lie on top of some stackable storage bins that my wife keeps in the laundry room. Yesterday she had added to the stack a bin full of clothes that our two year old had outgrown. Of course now the cat can't easily get to the top...hence the odd thumping sounds. When he did manage to propel his fat ass to the top, he upset the entire stack...hence the loud crash, scaring himself in the process, so he beat feet to the top of the stairs, bouncing off of me in the process..

The moral of this little tale is:
Sometimes, it's just easier to give the cat some of your ice cream.

or get a dog. ;)

was this a public service announcement as to why icecream is bad for you? :D

Thanks for sharing your escapade - -pretty funny after the telling of ghost stories in IRC :D

Turn-a-round is fair play BOR. You throw his ass in the basement, and he gives you a heart attack.

Frickin cats... :lol:

I give my cat vanilla ice cream drippings. She love 'em.

Oh man, that's hilarious. For me, not you. I prefer dogs anyway.

Im a snake person.. that snake woulda owned that cat good!

A few skid marks left in the ol'draws?
That would of done it for me....

hahahha

thats pretty funny...

haha..i thought you were going to say a robber was there

well - he is a black cat - he is supposed to scare people at Halloween :)

I knew there was a reason I always let my cat eat my leftover food, including ice cream. :)