i had a little mishap this afternoon, and my buddy eric just happened to take the brunt of it. i was batting at my fish in the fishbowl, seeing if i could snag it for a quick snack, and i decided to jump up to the ledge above him, to get a better angle. the ledge is a good two feet up or so, and i have made the jump successfully a number of times.
but i think the fishbowl was not in its usual place. i didn't realize this at the time, however. i only know it now because of what happened next. i steadied myself for the jump, got my back paws firmly set, eyes on my target, and raised my front paws just a bit to prepare for lift-off. having done a proper flight check, i thought i was ready. i left out two critical pieces of information, however: my distance from the target, and the surface material of my launching pad (the desk).
the desk is more slippery than the bed, or the carpet, where i often make routine jumps. so i was unprepared when my back paws slipped ever so slightly backwards, when i made my jump. and i underestimated how far away i was from the shelf, and wasn't able to adjust for that until too late. while in mid-air, i saw that i was going to be well short of the shelf. eric was watching all of this unfold, and i think he realized it too, and he tried to grab me before i fell on my furry behind.
it was all very rushed, and everything really happened at once, and it was all instinct, so when i landed a claw right in eric's side, it was really not my fault. it was just kitten nature to send out the claws when in danger - and let me tell you, i was in danger of losing one of my lives today. anyway, he put me on the floor, and i slunk off, meekly. took a nap on the living room floor, and waited until no one was around before coming back in here to post on my blog and taunt the fish some more.