“He suffered cat-astrophic injuries.”

Don’t ever change, New York Post.

It’s not the tripping part that gets you. It’s the gymnastics you attempt while trying not to land on them on your way down.

That said, give this man a gold medal.

“The cat’s adorable, and he’s only young,” he said. “I don’t take any umbrage to that, it’s just one of them things — it could have happened anyway.”

I once worked with a guy who had an accident and all we heard was that he broke his leg and would be away for a few weeks.
He came back after having two surgeries, a bunch of hardware placed in his leg and he had to roll around on one of those scooter devices.
"Omg man! What happened??"
"I tripped over my dog..."
"What kind of dog do you have?"
"A dachshund..."
"Well that will never work. You need to tell everyone that you were mauled by a bear, or fell out of a second story window saving a baby from a fire. Something cool."

I stubbed my toe so badly a month ago that I'm still recovering from it. It took weeks to be able to wear shoes or socks without pain.

My ex wife's cat is one that loves to weave between the legs, especially when you are moving fast. We call him "neckbreaker" this is why.

My dog broke my arm just cause he decided to stop walking in front of me, that adorable jerk who I love with my whole heart!

Cat: Drat! I'll try again tomorrow...

That cat was attempting murder. Maybe he should at least be on the lookout around that cat.

And the gold medal for underfooting goes to…

Feline Goddess, Bastet, mi amor! Now I feel better about catching your head in the door!