Mine is probably still strutting her stuff cowering after her embarrassing uncatlike performance last night.
DH and I reading quietly in bed, daft cat leaps onto DH's bedside cabinet, knocking iPad, eye drops, tissues and sundry other items to the floor and losing balance rapidly. Big hop onto DH's chest, with claws out to make sure doesn't continue to lose balance. Once the howling of DH and scrabbling of cat dies down, see DH has a bloody 2 inch gash on his chest – amazingly, right where his healing scar from open heart surgery is. Quite rightly sent her to sleep elsewhere for the night whilst wondering what he tells caridiologist at appointment Friday.
Poor Man. Silly Cat (who sneaked in during the night to sleep on my side of the bed)