Ok, so The other day Brett (husband) and Harley (cat) ganged up and scared the crap out of me. I was sitting here at the computer desk (which is in the dining room) checking e-mail and stuff when Brett says "Hey Naomi, will you put away that suitcase that is on the living room floor?"
....I'm thinking "where did the suitcase come from? why does he want me to put it away when HE
got it out?".......so I go over and try to pick it up, but it's very heavy. So I am unzipping it to see what is inside..... when this little furry nose pokes out and scares me to death. I screamed really loud......
Ok, yes I realize that having 3 cats means that little furry noses poke out of unexpected places sometimes. BUT, why should I expect that my sweet husband has zipped my cat up into a suitcase for the sole purpose of scaring the pee out of me? So when I screamed Harley's eyes got HUGE....I think it scared him almost as bad as it scared me. This is the second time this week that Brett has scared me really good, so lets just say he has it coming....and when he least expects it I'll get him back.
Earlier this week he came home from work and when he got here I was blow drying my hair....so I didn't hear him come in. He hid around a corner and waited until I was all finished getting ready, so that when I walked into the living room (thinking that I was home alone) he stepped out and said "Boo" and scared the pee out of me once again. Let's just say that if I hadn't recognized him halfway through my heart-attack I might have done him some bodily harm. (or at least tried to).