ok, fine, be bad.. . now!

I didn't have a chance to fit my sun salutations in yesterday morning, so I ended up doing them at night, after work. It just so happened that my roommate was around as well, and seeing how we live in a small town house, we both were in the living room -- her working on her computer, and me stretching out. Of course this meant horrible cat wanted to be in the living room as well.

Have you ever made a doctors appointment for an ailment, but can't get in until the next day? Not that you'd ever want to continue feeling sick, but there's always that desire that you want your symptoms will continue until your appointment to warrant the hassle of visiting the doctor and the copay of the office visit. I felt that way about horrible cat as I prepared to stretch out. Not that I want him to bother me, but I would have liked my roommate to have seen first hand the terror he regularly puts me through.

I rolled out my mat and he jumped onto it. There!

"Horrible cat," I sighed, hoping it would get her attention. She didn't look up. After he scratched the mat, and I brushed his away, she glanced up. To see him rubbing against my hand.

"Awww how sweet, he wants to do yoga with you!" she exclaimed.

Yea, real sweet. I laughed it off, then began my routine.

Horrible cat sat 2 inches from my mat through the first half of my routine. Not close enough to warrant serious annoyance, but close enough to keep me on my toes, ready for his attack. Then it came. I felt a tail on my leg, then a little twinge, as his claw dug into my one foot on the ground, as the other was folded half way up my leg into tree pose.

"Ouch!" I said, without thinking of whether or not my roommate would notice notice. The surprise of his claw and my exclamation forced me to abruptly put my other foot down. Of course this caused horrible cat to skedaddle to the other side of the room.

"You ok?" She said absentmindedly, not looking up.

Not wanting to seem like I was making a big deal out of it, I casually said, "it seems horrible cat mistook my foot for a scratching post."

"Really? But he's in the dining room. I'm sure he was just playing. Maybe you stepped on something? Let's let him out." She said in an effort to appease what I'm sure she thought was my over-reacting.

She got up and let him out. And he stayed outside, without banging on the door, or meowing, or anything else he does when it's just the two of us. Go figure.