After dinner I was standing at the front door just being nosy and watching the roofers put a new roof on the neighbor's house across the street. There was a pretty large crowd of people out there. I'll sometimes wear my husband's shorts that have a draw string. With my growing belly they're comfortable to lounge around in and they're almost long enough to be pants.
To my right and sort of behind me is the staircase to the second floor. My cat often plays on the stairs with Dixie cups he steals from the dispenser in the master bathroom then knocks them around. I could hear him on the stairs, but didn't pay any attention to him. The storm door, from top to bottom, has a screen in it so it's entirely see through. While I was standing in front of the door my cat jumped from the stairs, hooked his claws into the material of the shorts and the next thing I know I'm standing there with the shorts around my ankles.
I don't know if anyone saw or not as I pulled the shorts up and moved away as fast as I could. I looked at Sharb, who was half laying on the sofa with his lap top on his belly and he's looking at me surprised and ready to bust out laughing. I beat him to it. I started laughing shocked and embarrassed. Sharb said "Did that really just happen?"
I was laughing too hard to answer and sat down on the floor. I couldn't believe what my cat had done. I've never been depantsed. I've done it to a friend in high school once, but never had it happen to me. As I'm sitting on the floor and Sharb and I are laughing, Squig came running sideways from the family room, into the living room toward me with his back hunched, tail bushed and ears back. I crumpled up a Dixie cup and threw at him and he ran off again. I'm hoping no one noticed. How does someone explain something like that to new neighbors? Try blaming it on a psychotic cat.
