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My sweet little sealpoint meezer, Missy, is having a dental today. And she's my pal, my friend, MY cat. She and Molly quite often get into little boxing matches over jealousy for mom. Missy, weighing in at a lightweight of 6 lbs., usually wins (Molly says she lets her).
So, in prep for her dental Missy couldn't eat after 8pm last night. If Missy can't eat no cat is going to eat. She sleeps with me and has every night for 10 years and I'm not going to shut her up in a room to fast. The other 3 just have to live with my obvious preferences (they know Missy is top cat).
Also - I have my xmas cards (all 6 of them to date) strung up along my NEW open-concept living room so they can be displayed. Problem being they keep falling down.
Last night my orange tabby conspired with Molly to make me pay for the lack of nutrition. I know they were plotting against me.
I woke up to my xmas cards laying on the floor. So 6:30 in the am Molly and I were picking them up. Yes Molly helps - I pick one up, she picks one up and hands it to me. She got about 2 of them for me (good girl). I was very proud of her helping me. This sets the stage for the plot on my life.
After we cleaned up the cards I took Molly out. It was, luckily, still dark outside. I donned my bathrobe, coat (cold out now), and my taking-Molly-out clogs which are old and beat up but quite functionable if I should step in poop.
Molly will only go potty if she's on her retractable leash. She doesn't want us standing right behind her anymore than we want to be standing right behind her 
We stepped out onto the deck, which has a sitting section and is about 5' or so off the ground. When we got onto the deck Molly took off like a shot, after something she wanted me to believe was in the woods. Normally I can tell if she's going to charge like that and I can quickly push the button in and tell her to sit and the moment passes.
This morning she caught me off guard (was part of the plan you see). She went off the deck, I went over the seating area. Shoes flying all over the yard. I started to catch myself but then toppled over. I did make a very graceful landing and maintained some form of dignity (I need to keep telling myself this). I managed to land on my head keeping both feet up in the air. Luckily I am not a fragile person and fraility is not part of my game plan. I just scraped my knee.
I managed to walk around my frozen backyard and found my clogs, noticing the neighbors weren't up yet (imagine having the dasturdly little dogs next door see that performance).
Molly was very contrite and behaved quite nicely after that. Of course I could imagine all 4 cats lined up on the other side of the atrium door with their little paw covering their snickers while their other paw was pointing at me "you see that?" " you see that?" "here's your filet mignon Molly"
I think I shall be slightly sore tomorrow and I'll wear regular shoes when taking Molly out 