So in my effort to move back into my GD house I have been on a cleaning spree. Just the immense amount of dust is...it's just overwhelming.
Anyway, I rented one of those small upholstery cleaners to deep clean the furniture.
I was alone minding my business DEEP cleaning the sofa when I heard a noise.
I looked around but didn't see anything. A little while later I heard it again.
I turned off the machine and waited to see if I heard it again.
I went to continue cleaning but decided to close the backdoor. I had it open but with the screen closed.
Then I heard it again.
I tiptoed in silence around the house but found NOTHING. It was time to empty the dirty water bin. As I was bent over unhooking it I heard a scuffle.
Again nothing around me and no other noises in the house. I was lifting the bin out of the machine when I came face to face with EYES on my entertainment center.
I tried to back pedal away from the intruder but the floor was wet from over spray.
I landed hard on my back and threw the container into the air dumping BLACK furry water all over me and the floor.
As I tried to focus on the blurry ceiling and take inventory of any injuries, I temporarily forgot I saw eyes. Before I could register I needed to run, a furry face came into view.
Are you trying to kill me...also... how did you get in here?!?!?! She's a neighborhood cat. She stood over me watching, headbutted me, and meowed.
I carefully put her back outside. Apparently my screen door has a small hole...where it's torn away from the corner. You can't see it but she must have pushed on it and realized she could fit.
So yea, I had a minor heart attack, almost broke my back, and probably have a concussion...oh and had to clean the floor, but my sofa is clean and I know the little stray is still alive.
