I'm frantically scrambling to get my lunch packed this morning. I pulled a jar of pickles out of the fridge. Unfortunately, the lid wasn't on tight and pickle juice spilled all over my fridge and my floor. What's even more unfortunate - Zoe was right by the fridge door!
I'm not sure if she got drenched with the nasty stuff - I've never seen a cat move so fast! I have no clue where she's hiding now.
She still hasn't recovered from her trauma last night. She tried to go through the handle on a paper grocery bag and it got stuck. She came running into the computer room with the bag flapping around her. I felt terrible! (Although it was slightly funny since she wasn't hurt...)