I admit I am lover of furballs though cats lately have become the death of me. This is one of those BIG Reasons I will not have one of those furballs around me. The other day was like every normally day just heading to garage to get the truck out and then load it up with the items that we need to drop off. Well I open the small door to the garage walked in and I heard something just a faint scratching noise. Alright I am thinking mice, ok it is a garage not sealed up tightly and no electricity and slightly dark. So I went ahead opened the big door to the garage, walked around the corner of the truck and then WHAM something attacked me. Screaming like a mad woman, saying not so polite set of string of words and at the same time trying to grab whatever hit me. My hands are swinging, my feet are tripping over boards, smacking the mirror and trying so hard to grab that once my hand landed on this furry thing it when flying out the big garage door, yes screaming as it went as well.
As my eyes adjusted and my racing heart started to calmed down I figured out it was dumb cat that waltz into our garage from the alley way where my husband drives his car in. Believe me that cat is ok though I don't think he would want to do another adventure into my garage and take another flying trip out of it. I am just so thankful it wasn't the skunk that was spotted in our area. Though after this episode hubby better check make sure he didn't let something in or better yet make sure the door between the two garages is closed that way if it happens it happens to him and not me.