Lucy always greets us at the front door regardless if we’ve be gone 10 minutes or a whole day. Since we’re back on standard time again it’s really dark by the time I make it home around 6:30. Last evening, as I usually do:
- Open the door
- Nudge kitty with foot
- Toss stuff onto couch
- Close the door
Except this time Lucy-butt decided to get underfoot in the literal sense and I squished one of her back paws. Oh man was she skiddish after that. The desire for kibble, the fear of being stepped on, but kibbbbbbble….
I felt really bad. I really did feel her little paw under my heel as I took a step into the living room. Poor poopsie. So instead of kibble, the baby got wet food.
MMMmmmm Chicken, her favorite!
Commence the meowing!
And it was gone in about 5 minutes.