I can't say about wenching or winching, but I'd been thinking there are some folks around here who might be wincing if this keeps up . . . .
Soooo, anybody want a cat?
Our cats are not allowed on the counters or the stove, but they seem to need to be reminded of that, frequently. They are allowed on top of some of the kitchen cabinets - cats like to get into high places, and there's not much harm they can do up there. (The bi-fold doors to the pantry are always open, and we have two cats that like to sit on top of them like twin gargoyles). A couple of nights ago, one of the cats was on top of the cabinet over the stove. I don't think I'd ever seen her there before, and though I didn't say anything, maybe she felt my disapproval, because she suddenly got down. She didn't go back the way she came - oh, no! - she jumped straight down to the floor.
The problem was, there was a pan of lasagna on the stove, with a spatula in it. As the cat went flying past, she hit the handle of the spatula, which went catapulting into the air. A mixture of tomato sauce and ricotta cheese (which looks
disGUSTing, BTW) got slung up the wall and even onto the (textured) ceiling. There was goo on the cabinets, on the window over the kitchen sink; I found a piece of pasta in a basket of eggs that was sitting beside the sink. Critter happened to be standing near the stove, and there was a line of the mess up the back of his shirt; a fair quantity was on his foot where the spatula finally came to rest. There was sauce on the cat; I found splatters on the floor as much as 8 feet away.
Critter looked at the wall, the ceiling, the cat, his foot, took a deep breath, and said . . . . . . ."I think I'll go to bed now." He walked out of the room, muttering "stupid cat."
I've made sure - the cat
cannot get up there any more.