Magpie and Muttonfly

Cats are a lot like royalty.  They’re all about protocol.  If anything deviates from said protocol you’re in trouble.  Today served a fine example…

After spending some quality time in dressing rooms over the weekend, I decided there’s a slight possibility exercising twice a week isn’t quite cutting it.  So I hauled my poor, pitiful self out of bed this morning to exercise.  My cats ambled into the room, took one look, and froze in their tracks.  Now I understand that I’m not exactly the picture of grace when I work out, but this – this was pure and utter terror.  Their eyes were as big as saucers; their ears were back.  They were crouched and ready to bolt at the first sign of attack.  I am, after all, the girl who sits on her butt all day in front of the computer; if I am exercising WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAPPEN NEXT!!! 

I tried to explain.  ”I’m exercising – people do it all the time … “  It did nothing to squelch their fears.  As a matter of fact, they appeared all the more concerned.  Teenie eyed me all the more suspiciously; Mr. Bean jumped up and sprinted down the hall.  I haven’t seen him since.

Something tells me this may be a bad sign…