So earlier today, I was handing the phone to my wife. Then I turned towards her desk when POW!
(back tracking and from the Mario's perspective) I could see Dan, standing there, all calm and peaceful. His shoulders looked like the perfect place to sleep. He's a little farther than usual, maybe 4 feet, so I'll have to put some extra oomph into this leap.
(omnipotent narrative perspective) And so he leapt. In the same instance, Dan turned in his direction while shifting to the left just a few inches. Pow, a surprised Dan has a face full of cat. This is where he was knocked to the ground.
"Pow, a surprised Dan has a face full of cat."
Mario, an adorable cat, weighs only 10 pounds. But it's nearly all muscle. Let me tell you that he lined up every bone, and backed it with every muscle for jumping and for holding his head in a ramming position as he slammed into my face. I was more laughing than hurt, but it was enough force and surprise to knock me down.
It was probably an hour before he decided to get on my shoulder again. Of course at this point, within 20 minutes he farted, silently. When I called him out on it he burped loudly and in my face. Then got down. Apparently satisfied that we were even now.
