The cat, running wild, runs down the hall, ramps off the washer, and leaps into the air before flipping around and scrabbling in the opposite direction across the wood floor, cartoon style. The boyfriend collapses in giggles on the floor.
PS Don’t tell his male friends that he giggles. That is between you and me.
I thought you were descibing MY cat…:) hehehe…but, really, I have THREE so times it by three, add a little pillsbury dough boy hunch over and you get Erich. 🙂 BUT, do not tell him I told you or descibed him that way…