Last night they tried and failed. I had stumbled from my bed towards the bathroom, when they made their move. It was well planned. Their timing was near perfect, but I was lucky. Patrick, the big dog, crossed the floor directly in front of me, forcing me to stutter step. A quarter second after, Maggie, the brains, ran through my legs forcing me to hop to avoid stepping on her. As I was hopping on one leg, Patrick turns around and brushes his entire body against my hopping leg. There is no other witness to this, but I swear to you, that I heard Maggie meow " Timber", as I fell. Luckily I was able to spread my arms out forcefully against the hallway walls and catch myself. I caught my breath and looked up in time to see them both staring at me from the hall closet doors. I looked direct into Maggie's eyes and asked " All this, because I moved and threw away all your laying cartons?"  She meowed, turned and swished her tail at me, as she walked away.