When you avoid doing the following: practicing your yoga without closing off the kitchen yoga space and, during your sun salutations, throwing your feet back as you transition to plank pose, and as you do so, colliding with the cat as she innocently goes about her post-dinner business.
First thing, ouch: skinned knee, tweaked back. Second thing: the cat's level of freaked out has not been seen since 1999 (seriously, she won't let me touch her).
Okay, I promise to stop blogging about the goddamned high-maintenance cat. Anyone want a goddamned high-maintenance cat?
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