This happened a few days ago and thought I would share. Short, but funny.
Right before my GF and I were heading out for lunch, her mom called asking if she could bring over off her tortilla press we borrowed. It was on our way, so we decided to stop by first.
When we got there, my GF kicked off her sandals by the door like she always does and handed her mom the gadget. They started chatting while her mom made coffee, and we sat down at the table like always.
A few minutes in, my GF went to grab milk from the lower cupboard. She knelt down on both knees, barefoot on the tile, talking over her shoulder while she looked for it.
That’s when her mom’s cat wandered in. He brushed against her once, circled, and his whiskers barely grazed the bottoms of her feet.
She jumped up so fast she almost spilled her coffee.
he was half laughing, half panicked and said, “Whoaa—whoaa!”
Her mom started cracking up. The cat just sat there, staring at her like she was the problem.
“The damn cat gets me every time,” she said, still laughing. “He knows I can’t stand my feet being tickled. He’ll do it on purpose, rub his whiskers along my toes like it’s a game. I come over here to relax and end up doing some kind of dance.”
I just smiled. That was so her — barefoot, laughing, a little dramatic, and somehow making something ordinary feel like a whole story.
Right before my GF and I were heading out for lunch, her mom called asking if she could bring over off her tortilla press we borrowed. It was on our way, so we decided to stop by first.
When we got there, my GF kicked off her sandals by the door like she always does and handed her mom the gadget. They started chatting while her mom made coffee, and we sat down at the table like always.
A few minutes in, my GF went to grab milk from the lower cupboard. She knelt down on both knees, barefoot on the tile, talking over her shoulder while she looked for it.
That’s when her mom’s cat wandered in. He brushed against her once, circled, and his whiskers barely grazed the bottoms of her feet.
She jumped up so fast she almost spilled her coffee.
he was half laughing, half panicked and said, “Whoaa—whoaa!”
Her mom started cracking up. The cat just sat there, staring at her like she was the problem.
“The damn cat gets me every time,” she said, still laughing. “He knows I can’t stand my feet being tickled. He’ll do it on purpose, rub his whiskers along my toes like it’s a game. I come over here to relax and end up doing some kind of dance.”
I just smiled. That was so her — barefoot, laughing, a little dramatic, and somehow making something ordinary feel like a whole story.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
