Cat 2, human 0

I was just thinking to myself how calm he's been tonight. He came in for dinner, sat around and was camped in front of the fire warming himself. How cute, I thought. Let's take a photo, I thought.

I picked up my mobile slowly, careful not to make a sound. Suddenly, the following sequence of events took place:

1. I lost my footing
2. careful not to fall onto the table in front of me I tried to right myself
3. in the process of righting myself, I lost the grip on my mobile phone which had been clutched in my hand up to now
4. watched, mouth agape, as the phone sailed through the air into my cup of tea, atop the table
5. continued to try not to fall ono the table
6. said "fuck"
7. watched, totally gobsmacked, as the phone bobbed a little in the cup of tea
8. said "fuck" again
9. laughed aloud hysterically
10. removed mobile from cup of tea, mopped up tea with tissues
11. laughed aloud hysterically

It was one of those experiences where you couldn't possibly pull it off if you tried. The width of the phone is only slightly less than the diametre of the cup. The phone fell a distance of about a foot before coming to its resting place in a watery grave.

I called my dad immediately:

Dad: What's up?
Me: I just dropped my fucking mobile phone in a cup of fucking tea!
Dad: What'd you do that for?
Me: (hysterical laugh) I didn't do it on purpose!
Dad: It's not funny
Me: It's hillarious
Dad: Okaaay

I'm going to go to town tomorrow and get a quote on getting it de-teaed. Sadly, tea dunking isn't covered under the warranty.

Cat 2
Human 0