Exercising with Mommy

Cast of Characters:



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human



Mommy comes home from work and takes off her make-up (read "Putting on
Make-up with Mommy" for an idea of how this goes), and changes into her
work-out clothes (read "Putting on Clothes with Mommy" for an idea of how
this goes). Mommy proceeds to the sitting room accompanied by Sammy.



Mommy sits down on her exer-cycle and begins pedaling and pushing the
handlebars back and forth in a quite fascinating manner. Sammy studies the
situation for a few moments trying to fathom what it is Mommy is doing. All
four of mommy's legs are furiously moving back and forth, but Mommy is not
getting anywhere. Ah-ha! This must be a new game that Mommy has invented
for Sammy. Sammy's butt starts to twitch with excitement.



Mommy is watching a sitcom rerun on television to try to distract herself
from the boredom of exercise when suddenly she feels a sharp, but familiar,
pain on her right ankle. Mommy looks down to find that Sammy has attached
herself to Mommy's ankle and is in the process of going round and round in
circles as Mommy pedals her exer-cycle. Not wanting to bang Sammy's head
against the side of the exer-cycle (well, OK, maybe secretly wanting to),
Mommy sticks her leg straight out to the side and tries to gently shake
Sammy off of her leg while continuing to pedal with her other leg and both
arms (the exer-cycle is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat).
Sammy, however, is wise to this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even
tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.



Mommy then leans over to try to pry Sammy loose from her ankle with one
hand. However, Mommy overbalances just a bit, Mommy's posterior slips on
the seat, and both Mommy and Sammy end up sprawled on the sitting room
floor. Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
exer-cycle, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy hops back up to the exer-cycle to continue her exercises. Sammy,
meanwhile, hops up to the couch that is next to the exer-cycle and walks
across the back of the couch until she is standing shoulder-high to Mommy.
Mommy eyes Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares
herself for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw
her entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted
by the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute and watches
Sammy sail through the air in front of her face to land head-first with a
smack against the side of the stairs. Mommy feels sorry for Sammy, gets off
the exer-cycle to pick Sammy up and kiss her boo-boo. Sammy bites Mommy's
nose during the kiss causing Mommy to say bad words. Sammy chuckles to
herself in revenge.



Mommy puts Sammy down while gently admonishing her to be more careful, Sammy
totally ignores Mommy's warning. Mommy gets back on her exer-cycle, trying
to figure out how much time has been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and
resets the timer. Sammy, meanwhile, has gotten back on the couch and is in
strike position when Mommy once again resumes pedaling. Mommy eyes Sammy
nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares herself for
whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her entire
body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted by the butt
twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute. However, Sammy, now
wise to Mommy's tactics, and alerted by the slight movement of Mommy's upper
body, corrects her leap and lands squarely on the side of Mommy's neck.



The shock and pain of a 6 pound kitten attached to the side of her neck
causes Mommy to jerk to the side which causes her posterior to slip on the
seat, which causes both Mommy and Sammy to end up sprawled on the sitting
room floor. Mommy just lies there for a moment saying very bad words. Then
Mommy detaches Sammy from the side of her neck, decides that the sweatshirt
will soak up the blood on her neck well enough without her having to take
time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on the exer-cycle to resume her pedaling. Sammy, meanwhile,
is distracted by the feathers in the hat of Mommy's 4-foot tall Victorian
doll. Mommy yells at Sammy to stay away from the doll, but Sammy listens to
Mommy about as well as she always does. Doll and Sammy go crashing to the
sitting room floor. Mommy sighs, gets off the exer-cycle, and rights the
doll. Mommy has no idea how much time was really spent pedaling and not
dealing with Sammy, but decides she's had enough of the exer-cycle and
proceeds to her treadmill.



Mommy sets the speed on the treadmill and starts off at a brisk walk. Sammy
wanders over to the treadmill, sees Mommy walking quickly and is a bit
confused. Usually when Mommy is walking so briskly, she is trying to get
away from Sammy. Sammy does not like it when Mommy tries to walk away from
her. Sammy tries to prevent Mommy from walking away from her by leaping to
attach herself to Mommy's left ankle. Mommy tries to continue walking (the
treadmill is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat), but finds this
difficult to do with a 6 pound kitten attached to her ankle.



Mommy, not wanting to bang Sammy around on the treadmill, starts hopping on
her right foot (trying to keep time with the speed of the treadmill so she
doesn't slip and break her neck) and sticks her left foot out to the side
while trying to gently shake Sammy loose. Sammy, however, is wise to this
tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.
One of Mommy's hops is mistimed, Mommy's right foot lands wrong on the
moving tread, and Mommy is propelled backwards by the treadmill to land
sprawling on the sitting room floor with Sammy still attached to her ankle.



Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the treadmill,
and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her ankle well
enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on her treadmill, trying to figure out how much time has
been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and resets the timer. Sammy wanders over
to the treadmill and again sees Mommy walking quickly but, puzzlingly, not
going anywhere. Sammy studies this action for a moment and her butt starts
twitching. Mommy, watching Sammy from the corner of her eye sees said butt
twitching and prepares herself for whatever Sammy is going to throw at her.
Sammy decides to throw her entire body at Mommy.



Mommy, for once, has judged Sammy's timing correctly and jumps to the
unmoving side of the treadmill to land on her left foot while lifting her
right foot out of harm's way. Sammy lands on the treadmill with a small
"oof", is very startled to find that the ground is moving under her, so she
sprawls flat, spread-eagled, on the moving tread. Mommy glances down in
time to see the sprawled kitten propelled backwards to fly off the end of
the treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor.



Before Mommy can get off the treadmill to see to Sammy's boo-boo, Sammy
leaps up, delighted with this new toy, and jumps back onto the moving tread
only to be propelled backwards again and shoot off the end of the treadmill
to land in a heap on the sitting room floor. Mommy wisely see were this is
leading, so she picks Sammy up, puts her in the bedroom and closes the
bedroom door.



Mommy continues her time on the treadmill accompanied by Sammy's howls of
discontent at being locked out of a room which contains her Mommy. DH is
not at home, so Mommy does not have to hear him bit*h about Sammy disturbing
the neighbors, which is some consolation for putting up with the
caterwauling while she exercises.



Mommy finally finishes with the treadmill exercises and pardons Sammy from
her imprisonment. Sammy gives Mommy a very dirty look for the indignity she
has suffered at Mommy's hand. Mommy lies down on her back, knees bent, and
tucks her toes under the coffee table in preparation for doing her sit-ups.
Sammy promptly throws herself on top of Mommy's face. Mommy removes Sammy
from her face, spitting out kitten tummy hairs and sneezing, tucks her hands
behind her head and does her first sit-up. As she is coming down from her
first sit-up, Mommy feels a soft little body under her back and can't fully
relax. Mommy's tummy muscles are not the strongest in the world, and
holding a partial sit-up is not the most pleasant of experiences, so Mommy
threatens to squash Sammy if Sammy doesn't immediately move her furry little
body.



Sammy jumps back out of the way and Mommy lies back down with a big "oof".
Mommy takes a moment to breathe and then starts her second sit-up. Sammy
decides to jump on the back of Mommy's head and take a ride. The extra
weight on the back of Mommy's head causes Mommy feet to exert more pressure
on the bottom of the coffee table and the coffee table tips over to spill
its contents on the sitting room floor. At the same time, Mommy's feet have
shot into the air, her upper body is over-balanced, and she and Sammy go
sprawling backwards to land with a thump on the sitting room floor.



Mommy decides that righting the coffee table, picking up and replacing its
contents, and restraining herself from killing Sammy should complete her
exercises for the day. Mommy removes her bloody sweats and heads for the
hot tub knowing with relief that this is the one place Sammy will not
accompany her.



Hugs,



CatNipped

On Tue, 31 Aug 2004 10:12:35 -0500, "CatNipped"
yodeled:

Cast of Characters:



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human
(snip hysteria)

Oxygen! I need oxygen!


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Tue, 31 Aug 2004 10:12:35 -0500, "CatNipped"
yodeled:

Cast of Characters:



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human
(snip hysteria)

Oxygen! I need oxygen!


Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

I've GOT IT!

You need a cat carrier for the times you want to get anything done without
the constant, um, assistance, from Sammy.

TBird ----- waiting for Sammy to learn to unlock one of those babies....


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



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human



Mommy comes home from work and takes off her make-up (read "Putting on
Make-up with Mommy" for an idea of how this goes), and changes into her
work-out clothes (read "Putting on Clothes with Mommy" for an idea of how
this goes). Mommy proceeds to the sitting room accompanied by Sammy.



Mommy sits down on her exer-cycle and begins pedaling and pushing the
handlebars back and forth in a quite fascinating manner. Sammy studies
the
situation for a few moments trying to fathom what it is Mommy is doing.
All
four of mommy's legs are furiously moving back and forth, but Mommy is not
getting anywhere. Ah-ha! This must be a new game that Mommy has invented
for Sammy. Sammy's butt starts to twitch with excitement.



Mommy is watching a sitcom rerun on television to try to distract herself
from the boredom of exercise when suddenly she feels a sharp, but
familiar,
pain on her right ankle. Mommy looks down to find that Sammy has attached
herself to Mommy's ankle and is in the process of going round and round in
circles as Mommy pedals her exer-cycle. Not wanting to bang Sammy's head
against the side of the exer-cycle (well, OK, maybe secretly wanting to),
Mommy sticks her leg straight out to the side and tries to gently shake
Sammy off of her leg while continuing to pedal with her other leg and both
arms (the exer-cycle is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat).
Sammy, however, is wise to this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even
tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.



Mommy then leans over to try to pry Sammy loose from her ankle with one
hand. However, Mommy overbalances just a bit, Mommy's posterior slips on
the seat, and both Mommy and Sammy end up sprawled on the sitting room
floor. Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
exer-cycle, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy hops back up to the exer-cycle to continue her exercises. Sammy,
meanwhile, hops up to the couch that is next to the exer-cycle and walks
across the back of the couch until she is standing shoulder-high to Mommy.
Mommy eyes Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and
prepares
herself for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to
throw
her entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted
by the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute and watches
Sammy sail through the air in front of her face to land head-first with a
smack against the side of the stairs. Mommy feels sorry for Sammy, gets
off
the exer-cycle to pick Sammy up and kiss her boo-boo. Sammy bites Mommy's
nose during the kiss causing Mommy to say bad words. Sammy chuckles to
herself in revenge.



Mommy puts Sammy down while gently admonishing her to be more careful,
Sammy
totally ignores Mommy's warning. Mommy gets back on her exer-cycle,
trying
to figure out how much time has been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and
resets the timer. Sammy, meanwhile, has gotten back on the couch and is
in
strike position when Mommy once again resumes pedaling. Mommy eyes Sammy
nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares herself for
whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her entire
body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted by the
butt
twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute. However, Sammy, now
wise to Mommy's tactics, and alerted by the slight movement of Mommy's
upper
body, corrects her leap and lands squarely on the side of Mommy's neck.



The shock and pain of a 6 pound kitten attached to the side of her neck
causes Mommy to jerk to the side which causes her posterior to slip on the
seat, which causes both Mommy and Sammy to end up sprawled on the sitting
room floor. Mommy just lies there for a moment saying very bad words.
Then
Mommy detaches Sammy from the side of her neck, decides that the
sweatshirt
will soak up the blood on her neck well enough without her having to take
time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on the exer-cycle to resume her pedaling. Sammy,
meanwhile,
is distracted by the feathers in the hat of Mommy's 4-foot tall Victorian
doll. Mommy yells at Sammy to stay away from the doll, but Sammy listens
to
Mommy about as well as she always does. Doll and Sammy go crashing to the
sitting room floor. Mommy sighs, gets off the exer-cycle, and rights the
doll. Mommy has no idea how much time was really spent pedaling and not
dealing with Sammy, but decides she's had enough of the exer-cycle and
proceeds to her treadmill.



Mommy sets the speed on the treadmill and starts off at a brisk walk.
Sammy
wanders over to the treadmill, sees Mommy walking quickly and is a bit
confused. Usually when Mommy is walking so briskly, she is trying to get
away from Sammy. Sammy does not like it when Mommy tries to walk away
from
her. Sammy tries to prevent Mommy from walking away from her by leaping
to
attach herself to Mommy's left ankle. Mommy tries to continue walking
(the
treadmill is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat), but finds this
difficult to do with a 6 pound kitten attached to her ankle.



Mommy, not wanting to bang Sammy around on the treadmill, starts hopping
on
her right foot (trying to keep time with the speed of the treadmill so she
doesn't slip and break her neck) and sticks her left foot out to the side
while trying to gently shake Sammy loose. Sammy, however, is wise to this
tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even tighter, refusing to be shaken
loose.
One of Mommy's hops is mistimed, Mommy's right foot lands wrong on the
moving tread, and Mommy is propelled backwards by the treadmill to land
sprawling on the sitting room floor with Sammy still attached to her
ankle.



Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
treadmill,
and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her ankle well
enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on her treadmill, trying to figure out how much time has
been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and resets the timer. Sammy wanders
over
to the treadmill and again sees Mommy walking quickly but, puzzlingly, not
going anywhere. Sammy studies this action for a moment and her butt
starts
twitching. Mommy, watching Sammy from the corner of her eye sees said
butt
twitching and prepares herself for whatever Sammy is going to throw at
her.
Sammy decides to throw her entire body at Mommy.



Mommy, for once, has judged Sammy's timing correctly and jumps to the
unmoving side of the treadmill to land on her left foot while lifting her
right foot out of harm's way. Sammy lands on the treadmill with a small
"oof", is very startled to find that the ground is moving under her, so
she
sprawls flat, spread-eagled, on the moving tread. Mommy glances down in
time to see the sprawled kitten propelled backwards to fly off the end of
the treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor.



Before Mommy can get off the treadmill to see to Sammy's boo-boo, Sammy
leaps up, delighted with this new toy, and jumps back onto the moving
tread
only to be propelled backwards again and shoot off the end of the
treadmill
to land in a heap on the sitting room floor. Mommy wisely see were this
is
leading, so she picks Sammy up, puts her in the bedroom and closes the
bedroom door.



Mommy continues her time on the treadmill accompanied by Sammy's howls of
discontent at being locked out of a room which contains her Mommy. DH is
not at home, so Mommy does not have to hear him bit*h about Sammy
disturbing
the neighbors, which is some consolation for putting up with the
caterwauling while she exercises.



Mommy finally finishes with the treadmill exercises and pardons Sammy from
her imprisonment. Sammy gives Mommy a very dirty look for the indignity
she
has suffered at Mommy's hand. Mommy lies down on her back, knees bent,
and
tucks her toes under the coffee table in preparation for doing her
sit-ups.
Sammy promptly throws herself on top of Mommy's face. Mommy removes Sammy
from her face, spitting out kitten tummy hairs and sneezing, tucks her
hands
behind her head and does her first sit-up. As she is coming down from her
first sit-up, Mommy feels a soft little body under her back and can't
fully
relax. Mommy's tummy muscles are not the strongest in the world, and
holding a partial sit-up is not the most pleasant of experiences, so Mommy
threatens to squash Sammy if Sammy doesn't immediately move her furry
little
body.



Sammy jumps back out of the way and Mommy lies back down with a big "oof".
Mommy takes a moment to breathe and then starts her second sit-up. Sammy
decides to jump on the back of Mommy's head and take a ride. The extra
weight on the back of Mommy's head causes Mommy feet to exert more
pressure
on the bottom of the coffee table and the coffee table tips over to spill
its contents on the sitting room floor. At the same time, Mommy's feet
have
shot into the air, her upper body is over-balanced, and she and Sammy go
sprawling backwards to land with a thump on the sitting room floor.



Mommy decides that righting the coffee table, picking up and replacing its
contents, and restraining herself from killing Sammy should complete her
exercises for the day. Mommy removes her bloody sweats and heads for the
hot tub knowing with relief that this is the one place Sammy will not
accompany her.



Hugs,



CatNipped

I've GOT IT!

You need a cat carrier for the times you want to get anything done without
the constant, um, assistance, from Sammy.

TBird ----- waiting for Sammy to learn to unlock one of those babies....


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



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human



Mommy comes home from work and takes off her make-up (read "Putting on
Make-up with Mommy" for an idea of how this goes), and changes into her
work-out clothes (read "Putting on Clothes with Mommy" for an idea of how
this goes). Mommy proceeds to the sitting room accompanied by Sammy.



Mommy sits down on her exer-cycle and begins pedaling and pushing the
handlebars back and forth in a quite fascinating manner. Sammy studies
the
situation for a few moments trying to fathom what it is Mommy is doing.
All
four of mommy's legs are furiously moving back and forth, but Mommy is not
getting anywhere. Ah-ha! This must be a new game that Mommy has invented
for Sammy. Sammy's butt starts to twitch with excitement.



Mommy is watching a sitcom rerun on television to try to distract herself
from the boredom of exercise when suddenly she feels a sharp, but
familiar,
pain on her right ankle. Mommy looks down to find that Sammy has attached
herself to Mommy's ankle and is in the process of going round and round in
circles as Mommy pedals her exer-cycle. Not wanting to bang Sammy's head
against the side of the exer-cycle (well, OK, maybe secretly wanting to),
Mommy sticks her leg straight out to the side and tries to gently shake
Sammy off of her leg while continuing to pedal with her other leg and both
arms (the exer-cycle is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat).
Sammy, however, is wise to this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even
tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.



Mommy then leans over to try to pry Sammy loose from her ankle with one
hand. However, Mommy overbalances just a bit, Mommy's posterior slips on
the seat, and both Mommy and Sammy end up sprawled on the sitting room
floor. Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
exer-cycle, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy hops back up to the exer-cycle to continue her exercises. Sammy,
meanwhile, hops up to the couch that is next to the exer-cycle and walks
across the back of the couch until she is standing shoulder-high to Mommy.
Mommy eyes Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and
prepares
herself for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to
throw
her entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted
by the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute and watches
Sammy sail through the air in front of her face to land head-first with a
smack against the side of the stairs. Mommy feels sorry for Sammy, gets
off
the exer-cycle to pick Sammy up and kiss her boo-boo. Sammy bites Mommy's
nose during the kiss causing Mommy to say bad words. Sammy chuckles to
herself in revenge.



Mommy puts Sammy down while gently admonishing her to be more careful,
Sammy
totally ignores Mommy's warning. Mommy gets back on her exer-cycle,
trying
to figure out how much time has been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and
resets the timer. Sammy, meanwhile, has gotten back on the couch and is
in
strike position when Mommy once again resumes pedaling. Mommy eyes Sammy
nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares herself for
whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her entire
body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted by the
butt
twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute. However, Sammy, now
wise to Mommy's tactics, and alerted by the slight movement of Mommy's
upper
body, corrects her leap and lands squarely on the side of Mommy's neck.



The shock and pain of a 6 pound kitten attached to the side of her neck
causes Mommy to jerk to the side which causes her posterior to slip on the
seat, which causes both Mommy and Sammy to end up sprawled on the sitting
room floor. Mommy just lies there for a moment saying very bad words.
Then
Mommy detaches Sammy from the side of her neck, decides that the
sweatshirt
will soak up the blood on her neck well enough without her having to take
time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on the exer-cycle to resume her pedaling. Sammy,
meanwhile,
is distracted by the feathers in the hat of Mommy's 4-foot tall Victorian
doll. Mommy yells at Sammy to stay away from the doll, but Sammy listens
to
Mommy about as well as she always does. Doll and Sammy go crashing to the
sitting room floor. Mommy sighs, gets off the exer-cycle, and rights the
doll. Mommy has no idea how much time was really spent pedaling and not
dealing with Sammy, but decides she's had enough of the exer-cycle and
proceeds to her treadmill.



Mommy sets the speed on the treadmill and starts off at a brisk walk.
Sammy
wanders over to the treadmill, sees Mommy walking quickly and is a bit
confused. Usually when Mommy is walking so briskly, she is trying to get
away from Sammy. Sammy does not like it when Mommy tries to walk away
from
her. Sammy tries to prevent Mommy from walking away from her by leaping
to
attach herself to Mommy's left ankle. Mommy tries to continue walking
(the
treadmill is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat), but finds this
difficult to do with a 6 pound kitten attached to her ankle.



Mommy, not wanting to bang Sammy around on the treadmill, starts hopping
on
her right foot (trying to keep time with the speed of the treadmill so she
doesn't slip and break her neck) and sticks her left foot out to the side
while trying to gently shake Sammy loose. Sammy, however, is wise to this
tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even tighter, refusing to be shaken
loose.
One of Mommy's hops is mistimed, Mommy's right foot lands wrong on the
moving tread, and Mommy is propelled backwards by the treadmill to land
sprawling on the sitting room floor with Sammy still attached to her
ankle.



Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
treadmill,
and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her ankle well
enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on her treadmill, trying to figure out how much time has
been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and resets the timer. Sammy wanders
over
to the treadmill and again sees Mommy walking quickly but, puzzlingly, not
going anywhere. Sammy studies this action for a moment and her butt
starts
twitching. Mommy, watching Sammy from the corner of her eye sees said
butt
twitching and prepares herself for whatever Sammy is going to throw at
her.
Sammy decides to throw her entire body at Mommy.



Mommy, for once, has judged Sammy's timing correctly and jumps to the
unmoving side of the treadmill to land on her left foot while lifting her
right foot out of harm's way. Sammy lands on the treadmill with a small
"oof", is very startled to find that the ground is moving under her, so
she
sprawls flat, spread-eagled, on the moving tread. Mommy glances down in
time to see the sprawled kitten propelled backwards to fly off the end of
the treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor.



Before Mommy can get off the treadmill to see to Sammy's boo-boo, Sammy
leaps up, delighted with this new toy, and jumps back onto the moving
tread
only to be propelled backwards again and shoot off the end of the
treadmill
to land in a heap on the sitting room floor. Mommy wisely see were this
is
leading, so she picks Sammy up, puts her in the bedroom and closes the
bedroom door.



Mommy continues her time on the treadmill accompanied by Sammy's howls of
discontent at being locked out of a room which contains her Mommy. DH is
not at home, so Mommy does not have to hear him bit*h about Sammy
disturbing
the neighbors, which is some consolation for putting up with the
caterwauling while she exercises.



Mommy finally finishes with the treadmill exercises and pardons Sammy from
her imprisonment. Sammy gives Mommy a very dirty look for the indignity
she
has suffered at Mommy's hand. Mommy lies down on her back, knees bent,
and
tucks her toes under the coffee table in preparation for doing her
sit-ups.
Sammy promptly throws herself on top of Mommy's face. Mommy removes Sammy
from her face, spitting out kitten tummy hairs and sneezing, tucks her
hands
behind her head and does her first sit-up. As she is coming down from her
first sit-up, Mommy feels a soft little body under her back and can't
fully
relax. Mommy's tummy muscles are not the strongest in the world, and
holding a partial sit-up is not the most pleasant of experiences, so Mommy
threatens to squash Sammy if Sammy doesn't immediately move her furry
little
body.



Sammy jumps back out of the way and Mommy lies back down with a big "oof".
Mommy takes a moment to breathe and then starts her second sit-up. Sammy
decides to jump on the back of Mommy's head and take a ride. The extra
weight on the back of Mommy's head causes Mommy feet to exert more
pressure
on the bottom of the coffee table and the coffee table tips over to spill
its contents on the sitting room floor. At the same time, Mommy's feet
have
shot into the air, her upper body is over-balanced, and she and Sammy go
sprawling backwards to land with a thump on the sitting room floor.



Mommy decides that righting the coffee table, picking up and replacing its
contents, and restraining herself from killing Sammy should complete her
exercises for the day. Mommy removes her bloody sweats and heads for the
hot tub knowing with relief that this is the one place Sammy will not
accompany her.



Hugs,



CatNipped

On Tue, 31 Aug, CatNipped wrote:

Cast of Characters:
Sammy - 5 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Great story! I've just loved all three. If Sammy is only a six pound
kitten, just imagine what she'll be able to do when she's got her
adult size and strength. Purrs that she learns her kitty-manners
quickly.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

On Tue, 31 Aug, CatNipped wrote:

Cast of Characters:
Sammy - 5 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Great story! I've just loved all three. If Sammy is only a six pound
kitten, just imagine what she'll be able to do when she's got her
adult size and strength. Purrs that she learns her kitty-manners
quickly.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Love this story!!!! Laughed so hard in parts I had tears in my eyes!!!

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



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human



Mommy comes home from work and takes off her make-up (read "Putting on
Make-up with Mommy" for an idea of how this goes), and changes into her
work-out clothes (read "Putting on Clothes with Mommy" for an idea of how
this goes). Mommy proceeds to the sitting room accompanied by Sammy.



Mommy sits down on her exer-cycle and begins pedaling and pushing the
handlebars back and forth in a quite fascinating manner. Sammy studies
the situation for a few moments trying to fathom what it is Mommy is
doing. All four of mommy's legs are furiously moving back and forth, but
Mommy is not getting anywhere. Ah-ha! This must be a new game that Mommy
has invented for Sammy. Sammy's butt starts to twitch with excitement.



Mommy is watching a sitcom rerun on television to try to distract herself
from the boredom of exercise when suddenly she feels a sharp, but
familiar, pain on her right ankle. Mommy looks down to find that Sammy
has attached herself to Mommy's ankle and is in the process of going round
and round in circles as Mommy pedals her exer-cycle. Not wanting to bang
Sammy's head against the side of the exer-cycle (well, OK, maybe secretly
wanting to), Mommy sticks her leg straight out to the side and tries to
gently shake Sammy off of her leg while continuing to pedal with her other
leg and both arms (the exer-cycle is on a timer and Mommy does not want to
cheat). Sammy, however, is wise to this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle
even tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.



Mommy then leans over to try to pry Sammy loose from her ankle with one
hand. However, Mommy overbalances just a bit, Mommy's posterior slips on
the seat, and both Mommy and Sammy end up sprawled on the sitting room
floor. Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
exer-cycle, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy hops back up to the exer-cycle to continue her exercises. Sammy,
meanwhile, hops up to the couch that is next to the exer-cycle and walks
across the back of the couch until she is standing shoulder-high to Mommy.
Mommy eyes Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and
prepares herself for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy
decides to throw her entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's
tactics, and alerted by the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the
last minute and watches Sammy sail through the air in front of her face to
land head-first with a smack against the side of the stairs. Mommy feels
sorry for Sammy, gets off the exer-cycle to pick Sammy up and kiss her
boo-boo. Sammy bites Mommy's nose during the kiss causing Mommy to say
bad words. Sammy chuckles to herself in revenge.



Mommy puts Sammy down while gently admonishing her to be more careful,
Sammy totally ignores Mommy's warning. Mommy gets back on her exer-cycle,
trying to figure out how much time has been wasted by dealing with Sammy,
and resets the timer. Sammy, meanwhile, has gotten back on the couch and
is in strike position when Mommy once again resumes pedaling. Mommy eyes
Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares herself
for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her
entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted by
the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute. However,
Sammy, now wise to Mommy's tactics, and alerted by the slight movement of
Mommy's upper body, corrects her leap and lands squarely on the side of
Mommy's neck.



The shock and pain of a 6 pound kitten attached to the side of her neck
causes Mommy to jerk to the side which causes her posterior to slip on the
seat, which causes both Mommy and Sammy to end up sprawled on the sitting
room floor. Mommy just lies there for a moment saying very bad words.
Then Mommy detaches Sammy from the side of her neck, decides that the
sweatshirt will soak up the blood on her neck well enough without her
having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on the exer-cycle to resume her pedaling. Sammy,
meanwhile, is distracted by the feathers in the hat of Mommy's 4-foot tall
Victorian doll. Mommy yells at Sammy to stay away from the doll, but
Sammy listens to Mommy about as well as she always does. Doll and Sammy
go crashing to the sitting room floor. Mommy sighs, gets off the
exer-cycle, and rights the doll. Mommy has no idea how much time was
really spent pedaling and not dealing with Sammy, but decides she's had
enough of the exer-cycle and proceeds to her treadmill.



Mommy sets the speed on the treadmill and starts off at a brisk walk.
Sammy wanders over to the treadmill, sees Mommy walking quickly and is a
bit confused. Usually when Mommy is walking so briskly, she is trying to
get away from Sammy. Sammy does not like it when Mommy tries to walk away
from her. Sammy tries to prevent Mommy from walking away from her by
leaping to attach herself to Mommy's left ankle. Mommy tries to continue
walking (the treadmill is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat),
but finds this difficult to do with a 6 pound kitten attached to her
ankle.



Mommy, not wanting to bang Sammy around on the treadmill, starts hopping
on her right foot (trying to keep time with the speed of the treadmill so
she doesn't slip and break her neck) and sticks her left foot out to the
side while trying to gently shake Sammy loose. Sammy, however, is wise to
this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even tighter, refusing to be shaken
loose. One of Mommy's hops is mistimed, Mommy's right foot lands wrong on
the moving tread, and Mommy is propelled backwards by the treadmill to
land sprawling on the sitting room floor with Sammy still attached to her
ankle.



Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
treadmill, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on her treadmill, trying to figure out how much time has
been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and resets the timer. Sammy wanders
over to the treadmill and again sees Mommy walking quickly but,
puzzlingly, not going anywhere. Sammy studies this action for a moment
and her butt starts twitching. Mommy, watching Sammy from the corner of
her eye sees said butt twitching and prepares herself for whatever Sammy
is going to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her entire body at Mommy.



Mommy, for once, has judged Sammy's timing correctly and jumps to the
unmoving side of the treadmill to land on her left foot while lifting her
right foot out of harm's way. Sammy lands on the treadmill with a small
"oof", is very startled to find that the ground is moving under her, so
she sprawls flat, spread-eagled, on the moving tread. Mommy glances down
in time to see the sprawled kitten propelled backwards to fly off the end
of the treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor.



Before Mommy can get off the treadmill to see to Sammy's boo-boo, Sammy
leaps up, delighted with this new toy, and jumps back onto the moving
tread only to be propelled backwards again and shoot off the end of the
treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor. Mommy wisely see
were this is leading, so she picks Sammy up, puts her in the bedroom and
closes the bedroom door.



Mommy continues her time on the treadmill accompanied by Sammy's howls of
discontent at being locked out of a room which contains her Mommy. DH is
not at home, so Mommy does not have to hear him bit*h about Sammy
disturbing the neighbors, which is some consolation for putting up with
the caterwauling while she exercises.



Mommy finally finishes with the treadmill exercises and pardons Sammy from
her imprisonment. Sammy gives Mommy a very dirty look for the indignity
she has suffered at Mommy's hand. Mommy lies down on her back, knees
bent, and tucks her toes under the coffee table in preparation for doing
her sit-ups. Sammy promptly throws herself on top of Mommy's face. Mommy
removes Sammy from her face, spitting out kitten tummy hairs and sneezing,
tucks her hands behind her head and does her first sit-up. As she is
coming down from her first sit-up, Mommy feels a soft little body under
her back and can't fully relax. Mommy's tummy muscles are not the
strongest in the world, and holding a partial sit-up is not the most
pleasant of experiences, so Mommy threatens to squash Sammy if Sammy
doesn't immediately move her furry little body.



Sammy jumps back out of the way and Mommy lies back down with a big "oof".
Mommy takes a moment to breathe and then starts her second sit-up. Sammy
decides to jump on the back of Mommy's head and take a ride. The extra
weight on the back of Mommy's head causes Mommy feet to exert more
pressure on the bottom of the coffee table and the coffee table tips over
to spill its contents on the sitting room floor. At the same time,
Mommy's feet have shot into the air, her upper body is over-balanced, and
she and Sammy go sprawling backwards to land with a thump on the sitting
room floor.



Mommy decides that righting the coffee table, picking up and replacing its
contents, and restraining herself from killing Sammy should complete her
exercises for the day. Mommy removes her bloody sweats and heads for the
hot tub knowing with relief that this is the one place Sammy will not
accompany her.



Hugs,



CatNipped

Love this story!!!! Laughed so hard in parts I had tears in my eyes!!!

--
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lefthanded-pathetic-paranoid-psychotic-sarcastic-wiseass-ditzy former-blonde
in Bloomington! (And proud of it, too)©
email me at nalee1964 (at) insightbb (dot) com
http://community.webshots.com/user/mgcmdjeep


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



Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human



Mommy comes home from work and takes off her make-up (read "Putting on
Make-up with Mommy" for an idea of how this goes), and changes into her
work-out clothes (read "Putting on Clothes with Mommy" for an idea of how
this goes). Mommy proceeds to the sitting room accompanied by Sammy.



Mommy sits down on her exer-cycle and begins pedaling and pushing the
handlebars back and forth in a quite fascinating manner. Sammy studies
the situation for a few moments trying to fathom what it is Mommy is
doing. All four of mommy's legs are furiously moving back and forth, but
Mommy is not getting anywhere. Ah-ha! This must be a new game that Mommy
has invented for Sammy. Sammy's butt starts to twitch with excitement.



Mommy is watching a sitcom rerun on television to try to distract herself
from the boredom of exercise when suddenly she feels a sharp, but
familiar, pain on her right ankle. Mommy looks down to find that Sammy
has attached herself to Mommy's ankle and is in the process of going round
and round in circles as Mommy pedals her exer-cycle. Not wanting to bang
Sammy's head against the side of the exer-cycle (well, OK, maybe secretly
wanting to), Mommy sticks her leg straight out to the side and tries to
gently shake Sammy off of her leg while continuing to pedal with her other
leg and both arms (the exer-cycle is on a timer and Mommy does not want to
cheat). Sammy, however, is wise to this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle
even tighter, refusing to be shaken loose.



Mommy then leans over to try to pry Sammy loose from her ankle with one
hand. However, Mommy overbalances just a bit, Mommy's posterior slips on
the seat, and both Mommy and Sammy end up sprawled on the sitting room
floor. Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
exer-cycle, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy hops back up to the exer-cycle to continue her exercises. Sammy,
meanwhile, hops up to the couch that is next to the exer-cycle and walks
across the back of the couch until she is standing shoulder-high to Mommy.
Mommy eyes Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and
prepares herself for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy
decides to throw her entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's
tactics, and alerted by the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the
last minute and watches Sammy sail through the air in front of her face to
land head-first with a smack against the side of the stairs. Mommy feels
sorry for Sammy, gets off the exer-cycle to pick Sammy up and kiss her
boo-boo. Sammy bites Mommy's nose during the kiss causing Mommy to say
bad words. Sammy chuckles to herself in revenge.



Mommy puts Sammy down while gently admonishing her to be more careful,
Sammy totally ignores Mommy's warning. Mommy gets back on her exer-cycle,
trying to figure out how much time has been wasted by dealing with Sammy,
and resets the timer. Sammy, meanwhile, has gotten back on the couch and
is in strike position when Mommy once again resumes pedaling. Mommy eyes
Sammy nervously, sees Sammy's butt start to twitch, and prepares herself
for whatever Sammy decides to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her
entire body at Mommy. Mommy, now wise to Sammy's tactics, and alerted by
the butt twitching, moves her body aside at the last minute. However,
Sammy, now wise to Mommy's tactics, and alerted by the slight movement of
Mommy's upper body, corrects her leap and lands squarely on the side of
Mommy's neck.



The shock and pain of a 6 pound kitten attached to the side of her neck
causes Mommy to jerk to the side which causes her posterior to slip on the
seat, which causes both Mommy and Sammy to end up sprawled on the sitting
room floor. Mommy just lies there for a moment saying very bad words.
Then Mommy detaches Sammy from the side of her neck, decides that the
sweatshirt will soak up the blood on her neck well enough without her
having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on the exer-cycle to resume her pedaling. Sammy,
meanwhile, is distracted by the feathers in the hat of Mommy's 4-foot tall
Victorian doll. Mommy yells at Sammy to stay away from the doll, but
Sammy listens to Mommy about as well as she always does. Doll and Sammy
go crashing to the sitting room floor. Mommy sighs, gets off the
exer-cycle, and rights the doll. Mommy has no idea how much time was
really spent pedaling and not dealing with Sammy, but decides she's had
enough of the exer-cycle and proceeds to her treadmill.



Mommy sets the speed on the treadmill and starts off at a brisk walk.
Sammy wanders over to the treadmill, sees Mommy walking quickly and is a
bit confused. Usually when Mommy is walking so briskly, she is trying to
get away from Sammy. Sammy does not like it when Mommy tries to walk away
from her. Sammy tries to prevent Mommy from walking away from her by
leaping to attach herself to Mommy's left ankle. Mommy tries to continue
walking (the treadmill is on a timer and Mommy does not want to cheat),
but finds this difficult to do with a 6 pound kitten attached to her
ankle.



Mommy, not wanting to bang Sammy around on the treadmill, starts hopping
on her right foot (trying to keep time with the speed of the treadmill so
she doesn't slip and break her neck) and sticks her left foot out to the
side while trying to gently shake Sammy loose. Sammy, however, is wise to
this tactic and clutches Mommy's ankle even tighter, refusing to be shaken
loose. One of Mommy's hops is mistimed, Mommy's right foot lands wrong on
the moving tread, and Mommy is propelled backwards by the treadmill to
land sprawling on the sitting room floor with Sammy still attached to her
ankle.



Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle, glances at the timer on the
treadmill, and decides that her sweat socks will soak up the blood on her
ankle well enough without her having to take time out to go for a tissue.



Mommy gets back on her treadmill, trying to figure out how much time has
been wasted by dealing with Sammy, and resets the timer. Sammy wanders
over to the treadmill and again sees Mommy walking quickly but,
puzzlingly, not going anywhere. Sammy studies this action for a moment
and her butt starts twitching. Mommy, watching Sammy from the corner of
her eye sees said butt twitching and prepares herself for whatever Sammy
is going to throw at her. Sammy decides to throw her entire body at Mommy.



Mommy, for once, has judged Sammy's timing correctly and jumps to the
unmoving side of the treadmill to land on her left foot while lifting her
right foot out of harm's way. Sammy lands on the treadmill with a small
"oof", is very startled to find that the ground is moving under her, so
she sprawls flat, spread-eagled, on the moving tread. Mommy glances down
in time to see the sprawled kitten propelled backwards to fly off the end
of the treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor.



Before Mommy can get off the treadmill to see to Sammy's boo-boo, Sammy
leaps up, delighted with this new toy, and jumps back onto the moving
tread only to be propelled backwards again and shoot off the end of the
treadmill to land in a heap on the sitting room floor. Mommy wisely see
were this is leading, so she picks Sammy up, puts her in the bedroom and
closes the bedroom door.



Mommy continues her time on the treadmill accompanied by Sammy's howls of
discontent at being locked out of a room which contains her Mommy. DH is
not at home, so Mommy does not have to hear him bit*h about Sammy
disturbing the neighbors, which is some consolation for putting up with
the caterwauling while she exercises.



Mommy finally finishes with the treadmill exercises and pardons Sammy from
her imprisonment. Sammy gives Mommy a very dirty look for the indignity
she has suffered at Mommy's hand. Mommy lies down on her back, knees
bent, and tucks her toes under the coffee table in preparation for doing
her sit-ups. Sammy promptly throws herself on top of Mommy's face. Mommy
removes Sammy from her face, spitting out kitten tummy hairs and sneezing,
tucks her hands behind her head and does her first sit-up. As she is
coming down from her first sit-up, Mommy feels a soft little body under
her back and can't fully relax. Mommy's tummy muscles are not the
strongest in the world, and holding a partial sit-up is not the most
pleasant of experiences, so Mommy threatens to squash Sammy if Sammy
doesn't immediately move her furry little body.



Sammy jumps back out of the way and Mommy lies back down with a big "oof".
Mommy takes a moment to breathe and then starts her second sit-up. Sammy
decides to jump on the back of Mommy's head and take a ride. The extra
weight on the back of Mommy's head causes Mommy feet to exert more
pressure on the bottom of the coffee table and the coffee table tips over
to spill its contents on the sitting room floor. At the same time,
Mommy's feet have shot into the air, her upper body is over-balanced, and
she and Sammy go sprawling backwards to land with a thump on the sitting
room floor.



Mommy decides that righting the coffee table, picking up and replacing its
contents, and restraining herself from killing Sammy should complete her
exercises for the day. Mommy removes her bloody sweats and heads for the
hot tub knowing with relief that this is the one place Sammy will not
accompany her.



Hugs,



CatNipped

ROTFLMAO!!

Encore, encore.

Purrs for swift healing of your bloody bits.

Gordon, Bandit, Pericles & Snowball

PS thank goodness the latter can't read or he'd be acting like Sammy
too.

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"CatNipped" wrote
Cast of Characters:

Sammy - 5 month old female kitten

Mommy - MUCH older female human

SNIP