It is not often the cats can baffle me as completely as they did early Friday afternoon. I was sitting on the couch minding my business when it happened. I had the TV on for background noise. I hate a quiet house. It can give me the creeps. I was studying flash cards for my black belt test later in the evening (I will describe that in another post) when I heard this horrendous sound of shattering glass. And it kept going for several long seconds.
When it finally quieted, with the exception of five fully awake and terrified cats, I rushed into the kitchen and found the floor in front of the China hutch covered with broken glass. Somehow, one of the cats had managed to break the glass pane in one of the doors and had knocked a champagne glass and two wine glasses to the floor. I had small tiny pieces from the three glasses and large pieces from the pane.
I was stunned. I have no idea which cat did it or how. I grew up with cats in the house and have never seen one accomplish this task. I called both parents to give them a heads up before they left work. Neither were happy, but were thankful none of the cats had been hurt. Not from lack of trying, though. As I set to the task of cleaning up the mess, one of the cats decided he wanted to sniff and explore all the shards. This meant he needed to walk over the glass shards. I am not sure how he accomplished this without slicing his paws open. And he did it repeatedly. He did not lose interest until the mess was cleaned up. I suspect he was the culprit and was admiring the chaos he created, but I did not see the incident, so there is no proof.