Entertaining Guests With Mommy

Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table. Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye". Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table. The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and "Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable) table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests. Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

PPS - I fix all those *PAINFUL* typos when I put them on the web site! If
you guys see any I missed, please let me know so I can correct them.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
news
BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the
laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the
good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes
into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot
off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining
table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the
end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the
placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't
be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor.
Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt
had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to
soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land
on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in
the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates
in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the
dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders
when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in
putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was
finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china,
ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove
and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door
is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying
to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a
cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs"
for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite
crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with
Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more
potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the
hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even
though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy
is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately,
the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again
accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks
at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl
with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy
(who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the
gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread,
removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in
the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a
lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's
guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or
Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in
the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to
the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy
into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such
a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far
too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to
go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she
sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair
(one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint
brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will
pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their
company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

PPS - I fix all those *PAINFUL* typos when I put them on the web site! If
you guys see any I missed, please let me know so I can correct them.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
news
BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the
laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the
good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes
into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot
off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining
table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the
end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the
placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't
be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor.
Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt
had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to
soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land
on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in
the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates
in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the
dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders
when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in
putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was
finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china,
ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove
and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door
is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying
to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a
cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs"
for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite
crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with
Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more
potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the
hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even
though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy
is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately,
the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again
accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks
at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl
with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy
(who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the
gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread,
removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in
the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a
lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's
guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or
Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in
the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to
the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy
into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such
a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far
too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to
go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she
sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair
(one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint
brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will
pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their
company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

PPS - I fix all those *PAINFUL* typos when I put them on the web site! If
you guys see any I missed, please let me know so I can correct them.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
news
BTW, I added this and "Cooking With Mommy" to the other Sammy stories at
http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/Sammy.asp.

Hugs,

CatNipped


"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the
laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the
good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes
into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot
off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining
table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the
end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the
placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't
be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor.
Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt
had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to
soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land
on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in
the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates
in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the
dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders
when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in
putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was
finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china,
ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove
and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door
is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying
to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a
cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs"
for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite
crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with
Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more
potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the
hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even
though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy
is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately,
the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again
accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks
at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl
with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy
(who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the
gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread,
removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in
the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a
lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's
guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or
Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in
the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to
the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy
into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such
a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far
too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to
go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she
sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair
(one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint
brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will
pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their
company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

Thanks for that CatNipped - I needed a laugh this morning!!

Purrs
Lois

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...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

Thanks for that CatNipped - I needed a laugh this morning!!

Purrs
Lois

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"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped

Thanks for that CatNipped - I needed a laugh this morning!!

Purrs
Lois

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Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 6-month-old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

After Mommy has rested a bit, she goes back into the kitchen to finish
cooking and making preparations for her guests. Mommy goes to the laundry
closet, takes out the good table cloth, and drapes it over the table.
Sammy
promptly takes the dangling end of the table cloth in her mouth and runs
across the great room dragging it behind her. Mommy reconsiders putting
the
table cloth on the table and goes back to the laundry closet for the good
cloth placemats. Mommy sets the placemats on the table and then goes into
the kitchen to start the mashed potatoes.

Sammy jumps onto the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the formal dining
table. Sammy lands on a placemat which slides under her butt to shoot off
the end of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Whee! What a fun
ride!
How nice of Mommy to put these neat cat toys out for Sammy to play with.
Sammy runs back to the sofa then jumps from the sofa to the dining table,
deliberately aiming for a placemat. Again the placemat shoots off the end
of the table depositing Sammy on the floor. Double whee!

While peeling potatoes at the sink, Mommy starts wondering what all the
thumping is about and turns around to glance into the great room. Mommy
sees all the placemats lying on the floor and gives Sammy "the eye".
Sammy
grins back at Mommy in total delight. Mommy sighs, picks up the placemats
and puts them back on the table, then goes back to peeling potatoes.
Several thumps later the whole process is repeated. Mommy has a senior
moment and figures that if she puts the plates on the table Sammy won't be
able to bat them off onto the floor (Mommy has not seen Sammy's modus
operendi). Mommy goes back to peeling potatoes.

Mommy has a prickly feeling on the back of her neck and turns around in
time
to see Sammy sailing through the air and landing on a plate that is
sitting
on a placemat that is lying on the table. The placemat, the plate, and
Sammy go shooting off the end of the table to land on the floor. Luckily,
the great room is carpeted so the plate does not shatter around Sammy.
Mommy, a bit shaken at the possibility that Sammy might have been hurt had
the plate shattered, runs into the great room to pick Sammy up and kiss
her
little head. Sammy turns her head and bites Mommy on the cheek. Mommy
says
bad words to Sammy, puts Sammy down, and goes to get a paper towel to soak
up the blood.

Mommy has forgotten about the *other* plates and placemats on the table
and
turns back around in time to see Sammy sailing through the air to land on
a
second plate that is sitting on a placemat that is lying on the table.
The
placemat, the plate, and Sammy go shooting off the end of the table in the
exact same trajectory as the first plate. The second plate lands on top
of
the first plate and both plates shatter. Luckily, in the way that cats
instinctively have of self preservation, Sammy has jumped out of the way
of
the shattering plates and is unharmed. Mommy sighs and goes into the
great
room to vacuum up the shattered plates. Mommy had only 8 "good" plates in
her china set and wonders how badly the table will look set with 6 good
china plates and 2 Corelle plates.

Mommy considers calling up all her guests and telling them that the dinner
party has been called off due to a wayward kitten. Mommy reconsiders when
she realizes how this might sound to a boss and coworkers who already
think
that Mommy is a bit daft. Mommy sighs then picks up all the plates off
the
table along with all the placemats. Mommy is a great believer in putting
off a problem to a later time.

Mommy finishes peeling the potatoes and puts them on the stove to boil.
Sammy, angry that Mommy has picked up all her toys before she was finished
playing with them, comes into the kitchen to demand that Mommy play with
her. Mommy, miffed at Sammy for having destroyed her good china, ignores
Sammy and leans over the oven to check on the turkey. Sammy takes this
opportunity to jump on Mommy's butt. Feeling ten sharp little claws
digging
into her rear, Mommy jerks forward, bangs her head on top of the stove and
clutches at the oven door to try and regain her balance. The oven door is
quite hot. Mommy jumps backward, banging her knee on the outside of the
over door. Mommy hops about the kitchen on one foot, clutches her
throbbing
knee with one hand, shakes her other (burned) hand in the air, and says
very, very bad words at Sammy. Sammy is delighted with the reaction she
has
gotten from Mommy and hops about the kitchen alongside of Mommy trying to
imitate this strange new dance Mommy is trying to teach her.

Mommy limps over to the sink to run cold water on her hand and make a cold
compress for her aching head. Then Mommy goes downstairs to get ready
while
the food finishes cooking. [See "Putting on Makeup With Mommy" and
"Putting
on Clothes With Mommy" for an idea of how this goes.] Mommy smells
something burning and runs up the stairs. [See "Sammy and the Stairs" for
the reason why Mommy trips over Sammy and goes rolling halfway down the
stairs.]

Mommy gets upstairs to find that all the water has boiled out of the pot
of
potatoes and the potatoes are sticking to the bottom getting quite crispy.
Mommy should have known that getting dressed takes much longer with Sammy
helping! Mommy snatches the pot off of the stove before any more potatoes
are burned. Mommy has forgotten to use pot holders. Mommy drops the hot
pot on the floor. Fortunately the hot pot misses Sammy's head even though
Sammy is in her usual position of two inches behind Mommy's butt (Sammy is
not known as Mommy's little suppository for nothing). Unfortunately, the
hot pot has not missed Mommy's foot. Mommy lets out a string of
expletives
deleted and hops around the kitchen on one foot. Sammy again accompanies
Mommy in this pas de deux.

Mommy looks around at the pot of burned potatoes on the floor, the
paw-imprinted, semi-scorched cornbread, the tendril of smoke emanating
from
the oven door, the unset (and possibly, with Sammy, the un-settable)
table,
and wonders again why she ever thought she could pull this off. Then
Mommy
remembers that she meant to make her special creamed peas. Mommy looks at
the clock, sighs, and takes out a can of peas, throws them in a bowl with
a
half stick of butter, and shoves them in the microwave. Mommy picks up
the
pot of burned potatoes from the kitchen floor to see if she can salvage
enough to make mashed potatoes. Maybe she can add some cornstarch and
extra
milk to stretch them further.

Mommy has finally finished the too-starchy potatoes, pours some lumpy (who
can remember to stir in all this excitement?) giblet gravy into the gravy
boat, creatively carves the paw-imprinted and scorched cornbread, removed
the nuked peas from the microwave, piled all the dished and goblets in the
center of the table and put the placemats on top of the pile, and has
started to carve the too-brown turkey when the doorbell rings.

Mommy hurries down the stairs to the front door to greet her guests.
Mommy'
s hair is a bit frizzed and sticking out at odd angels. Mommy has a lump
on
her forehead, a decided limp, and a burned hand and foot. Mommy's guests
are not at all startled to see Mommy like this; indeed, nobody has ever
seen
Mommy without the indications of some self-inflicted (or Sammy-inflicted)
injury. Mommy leads everyone to the great room to sit down and have a
chat
before dinner is served. Several guests eye the dishes piled high in the
center of the table, but nobody is gauche enough to broach the subject.

Finally, Mommy announces that dinner is served and that everyone should
grab
a placemat, plate, and goblet and take a seat. Mommy fetches the
silverware
from the kitchen and hands it out to each person. Sammy sees the shiny
cat
toys, all the people gathered around to play with her, and jumps up to the
table knowing that all this commotion is for her benefit alone. Mommy
quickly grabs Sammy off the table, mumbles an apology and puts Sammy into
the cats' bedroom firmly shutting the door. Mommy returns to her guests
followed by the loud, plaintive cries of a bereft kitten.

Mommy's guests are quite politely ignoring the racket and raise their
voices
accordingly in order to make dinner conversation. Nobody eats very much
of
the food served, Mommy decides not to tell them why the meal is in such a
poor state - some people may not want to know they are ingesting food
laced
with kitten spit. The dinner continues in the strained manner for far too
long for Mommy poor frazzled nerves.

Finally the endless meal is over and Mommy and her guests rise to adjoin
to
the sofas in the great room. Mommy remembers that she has forgotten to go
over the dining room chairs with the sticky cat hair remover when she sees
the back of her boss' pants solidly covered with long white Demi hair (one
of Demi's favorite hiding places in on the chairs under the dining room
table). Mommy wonders how to broach the subject of needing to lint brush
her boss' butt and decides to just let it go and hope the couch will pull
off enough of the hair to make it less noticeable.

As Mommy's guests are leaving, to the strains of Sammy's continued
wailing,
Mommy tells everyone how nice the evening was, how enjoyable their company
was, and how they must all do this again sometime. Everyone is quite
politely evasive about just when they will want to repeat this ordeal.

Mommy sighs as she closes the door and goes to the cats' bedroom to
release
Sammy from her imprisonment (the longest Sammy has ever had to endure).
Sammy flounces past Mommy in a huff, then turns around to bite Mommy's
ankle
in retaliation. Mommy doesn't even bother with getting a paper towel to
soak up the blood, she just heads wearily to bed.

Next installment - Bedtime With Mommy.

Hugs,

CatNipped