STOP THE PRESSES!! WE INTERRUPT OUR USUAL BLOG FOR AN IMPORTANT NEWS FLASH!
First there was Hurricane Katrina. Then there was the Japan Earthquake and tsunami. Later came the tornados in Alabama. Now comes the
Quick Oats incident of 2011.
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Oatmeal keeps falling on my head and that means the woman will be bit until she's dead. ♪
There I was, peaceably eating my kibble in the kitchen, under the hanging cabinets, when suddenly I felt—
ping—something hit me. Those somethings just kept on falling.
Ping, ping, ping. What could it be? It was white like snow. Luckily for me, it was also as light as snow. I just about escaped when all hell broke loose. The white stuff came raining down furiously. The Woman cursed just as furiously. When she finally stopped the carnage, I found out it was the quick oats. Readers of this blog might've guessed that a 3-lb tub of oats doesn't vanish in my house as fast as, say, a 4-lb chocolate Easter bunny or a 2-lb brownie. No, it stays there almost until its expiration date.
They say oatmeal is supposed to be good for your skin, but I didn't stick around long enough to find out. And forget about the fact that it's supposed to be good for your heart; it damn near gave me a heart attack!

This package was so huge, peeps had to store it on it's side because it didn't fit upright in our cabinet; and, through one of life's little quirks, the top had partly opened. TW couldn't leave well enough alone and just clean up the few oats that were in the cabinet. That would've been too easy. In the process of trying to process what had happened, TW made matters much worse by opening the lid all the way. Oopsy! In less than a second, the kitchen floor was covered in oats, as well as the area rug and my place mat. There was even oats in my kibble and water dishes! I screamed at the woman!
Woman, look what you've done! Get this [bleep] out of my food immediately, if not sooner! I'm telling on you! I was on a roll! I was beside myself! Here I was, trying to grab a few morsels of food and my snack had been interrupted. Although I was angry, more importantly, I now had grade-A blog material. I could nail TW and there wasn't anything she could do! From a safe distance, I gleefully clapped my paws.
I have to hand it to TW, there was nowhere near the crying and histrionics there usually is when something of this magnitude happens. In fact, she seemed to think it would've been hilarious if I'd have gotten completely covered in white oats. She laughed and laughed as I watched from the foyer with a "nut" sign over my head. She was, in fact, having a flashback to the great flour disaster of the 1990s.
Permit me to flash back to that time long before I was born.
Gramma was preparing to fry fish and so she had poured flour onto a piece of paper towel to coat the fish. Autumn ambled into the kitchen; and, before Gramma could stop her, she pulled the paper towel, flour and all, down upon her head. Bless, Bess, what a mess. Legend has it that her calico fur was white for about a week after that. I'd like to know why there are no pictures. If I'd gotten covered with oats, the flashy box would've documented the entire incident in gory detail.
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After she got through laughing, TW's suddenly realized she had to run out to buy chicken for our dinner and it was 3:00 so she swept what she could of the oats into the garbage and ran out the door. (I'll tell you how she threw out the plastic pail that goes inside the garbage can another time.) Before she left, she refilled my kibble—you know what the consequences would've been had she NOT refilled the dish—and told me it wouldn't kill me if I got oats on my feet so I was allowed into the kitchen as if I'd set foot in there unless she came with me.
Listen here, woman! You better do a good job cleaning this mess up or Pop's gonna beat you! Of course, he wouldn't actually beat her, but this cat can dream.
After she came home, and I'd approved of the chicken, she had to break out the vacuum—I wish I had a picture of that to show Pop—and then washed the floor. Her steam cleaner is broken—apparently Shark's aren't very durable—so she had to get down on all fours and scrub. Again, I wish I had a flashy box.
Why is it that I can go for weeks without a blog because nothing exciting—or should I say nothing that would embarrass TW—ever happens. When I finally scrape something together, an event that begs to be written about rears its amusing little head.
Oh to have BEEN there for this MOMENTOUS occasion. Adventure..drama..fright..dirtiness..it has it ALL!!!
ReplyDeleteMommy can't get over the 4# chocolate bunny!!
ReplyDeleteAnd we think that you were subjected to all sorts of terrible indignities!
I can just see that happening too, but of course I know you are not to blame for any of it!
ReplyDeleteMy human gets her oatmeal in those little packets; so far this has kept the stuff out of my food and off my head.
ReplyDeleteso much for a "grain-free" diet, eh? lol
ReplyDeleteWats wong wit dis pictuwe? Fiwst yous show da ginormous chocolate bunny, den da oatmeals.
ReplyDeleteI vote fow da bunny..all in favow, hold up a paw and say "aye"!
Wow what a day you had :)
ReplyDeleteHaha! I might feel slighty bad for TW bc a mess like that ain't fun BUT I'm laughing too hard to know for sure. What I do know is, if it had been me I would have vacuumed up the oats myself. Yep. I will literally eat anything! ;) In the future I would suggest TW stick w the 4lbs of chocolate bc it's not nearly as messy (and it tastes alot better than oatmeal!)
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MOL hehe OMC! You is too funny my furriend, or I mean TW is. This reminds me of how momma dropped and broke my food dish. Momma still has marks on her arm from where I clawed with my back feet to gets away from the carnage. Glad you didn't gets all covered in it!
ReplyDeleteHaha.. You are both right AND stunning. Dont think oatmeal rain would be too delicious. :o)
ReplyDeleteI am really Georgia!hehe SMOOCH
CK, Neytiri says that oats would make your toesies all nice, as in a paw-dicure.
ReplyDeleteMOL What a good way to start your day with a laugh. I can just see you getting a bath of oats. OMC Why no pic s of de flour? That be really funny.
ReplyDeleteHa ha MOL! I can just picture this! And to think it got in your food and water dishes! I would haf been tempted to try a little. I'll eat anything.
ReplyDeleteGood job on skillfully escaping a disaster! My little helper always around as my hands are dripping wet, just waiting for a shower.
ReplyDeleteMOL oatmeal rainin on your head. We would have been battin dat stuff all over da kitchen and into da other rooms. You should have really showed your people and just got it everywhere. That would teach em. Now for dat giant chocolate bunny, how bout giant bunny kicks so your people can't eat it. Dat would be great punishment for them.
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