That reminds me of the time I was innocently and ever so professionaly phoning in a story to my editor and the long-haired cat got her pride and joy, er, tail mixed up in a strip of flypaper.

I hadn't known cats could fly before that. I swear, she was about 3 feet off the floor.

AND I COULDN'T LAUGH! Or rescue her. I was on the phone with the editor, etc.

We all survived, but it was a near thing.