Smooth
Only last weekend, my girlfriend and I had returned from a wedding (not our own), and drunkenly swinging open the front door, our 5 month old kitten bolted out into the night. Helpfully, she had darted underneath our car, apparently to the exact centre, unreachable by human arms no matter how low you push your face into the tarmac and scrabble around with your fingers at full stretch going 'unnnnnnnghhh'.

A cunning plan was deployed, and a poking/scaring device was used (a stick), to whit she ran off down a nearby alleyway. Following her into my neighbour's back garden, I find the little runt sitting down, now looking like she's going to have a little nap. Grr.

The missus now runs up, cooing, takes her out of my arms and goes back inside, which involves going around our front garden wall. I decide i'm too cool for that sort of thing, heroic hunter/aragorn/drunken twat that I am and, lord of the rings heroic theme in my head, attempt to vault over the wall. Most of me makes it. Much of the skin on my trailing leg's shin does not. Stupid cat.
( SigmaX0 Dear Die Hard. You rock!, Fri 30 Jul 2010, 9:41, Reply)