Was about 10 minutes ago...
I am sitting here... TWF'ing (
) and I hear an o' too familiar sound... The Bear (my cat) nosing around in the garbage... So I get up, walk into the kitchen and just as I make eye contact with him... BAM!!!
He and the trash can go tumbling down the basement stairs...
I had just done a lot of cleaning so cat hair, dust, and dirt are on top... I guess in the middle were a couple half empty Taco Bell cups of most likely Dr. Pepper and Mt. Dew... And at the bottom shells from about a dozen eggs and other miscellaneous food items in various levels of decay... Of course it happens when the trash can is at maximum capacity, just waiting for me to take it out in the AM (waiting for daytime so I can hose out the can)...
So when the dust settles and every last piece of trash meets it's final resting place... he looks at me... LIKE I PUSHED HIM DOWN!!!
So after I clean everything up... and he watches me... Reveling no doubt... He tries to sneak past me back up the stairs... No way you little bastard, my foot says as I nudge him off the stairs, it's the basement for you... for the rest of the night.
If I didn't already neuter you, I'd have your balls.