Then, only a few hours later, the same poor dumb cat was in the process of being traumatized by the Ghost Cat (our neighbor's cat, who prances around outside and mocks our indoor cats with the whole "Neener neener neener! I get to go outside! And you can't attack me, because there's glass between us!" thing). Munchkin was sitting on the living room windowsill, staring anxiously out at the Ghost Cat, when suddenly Shannon decided it would be a great idea to throw one of his juggling balls at the window to scare away the Ghost Cat, in order to alleviate Munchkin's stress.
May I just say, right now, that if he had suggested such a thing, I would have told him that it was a BAD IDEA?
Anyway, so he threw his juggling ball at the window, and it of course bounced back to bean poor Munchkin, who was already feeling anxious. She flew off the windowsill and under the coffee table, while Shannon cringed in remorse.
Of course, being the dumb cat, she forgot about the entire thing within seconds, but I didn't. Poor kitty! Evil husband!