Coordination... Where you at?

Last night, my kitty was trying to love me into doing his bidding. He firmly believes that by winding through my legs and purring as I am trying to walk, that I will suddenly realize "oh!!! I don't need to move, just feed the kitty!". Alas, forward motion, stairs, and a kitty only equals my big butt crashing to the bottom of our basement stairs. Daniel got so tickled at his mental imagery of me tumbling ass over teakettle that I had to leave the room before I stopped loving him.

Today I asked Ted to feed the cat. Tomorrow, he may not get fed. In the meantime, my sore self is gonna sit in this ever-loving chair and mentally whine about it all for a little while. Because we all know it isn't really the cats fault. Give me a hundred feet if level, un-cat-inhabited ground and I will still stumble. I'm just that good.