Originally Posted by kwhite

Then maybe a Gnome bit me while he was floundering in the tree. I am really glad there was no hidden camera in the house.

Tree on my face, cat zealously trouncing in the branches like a feral feline feverishly fighting fake foes, my arms and legs gesticulating uncontrollably in the air looking for any aid in the area. When all the dust settled the little Evil one with uncanny power for an eight-month-old kitten emerges from his imaginary theatre of war, hisses his annoyance at me and launches himself into the atmosphere on to his next invasion leaving me there to pick up the pieces of the battleground and tend my lesions.