I was emptying out the bathroom so I could clean it. I rolled the hamper into the bedroom and it kind of broke apart. I was holding it with my hands and putting it back together with my foot. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a grey something or other FLYING through the air and it landed ON MY HEAD! He had jumped from the middle of a king size bed! There was a CAT on my head! I put my hand between me and him and flung him back on the bed. He twitched at me and I pointed my finger towards the door and said GET OUT. He stomped off. But boy oh boy had I ticked him off. He spent the whole day following me around and attacking the vacuum cleaner like he was all kinds of brave! Every time I turned the vacuum on he was there when I was pulling it he was stalking it and hitting at it. When I was pushing it he was jumping backwards from it. I was laughing so hard! One time I had the handle off and was using the hand part to vacuum the stairs. The handle was laying on the floor and I glanced back and he was attacking the handle. I slowly moved my foot to the handle and then I shoved it at him with my foot. He launched himself 4 feet in the air and 3 feet backwards! I was laughing so hard I was crying! It was a good day at work!
He doesn't even look innocent does he! His name is Dexter - it fits him. I'm glad he doesn't live at my house!