The cup bobbled in Tom's hands as he lost his grip and then tried to stop the cup from tumbling. Roxanne shrieked as she saw the sample careening downward. Tom squatted quickly, trying to grab the cup before it hit the floor. His cat-like reflexes, again, proved useful as he was able to swat the cup and catch it before it inevitably spilled.
Roxanne and Tom both sighed in relief, and Roxanne called for the nurse to come, leaving Tom standing in another statuesque position with the cup in hand.
The nurse arrived to take the sample and prepare it for insemination. Once she left and Roxanne sat on the table, Tom turned toward the door a look of disdain on his face.
“I'm sorry," Roxanne said in an almost whisper.
“I'll give you some privacy," Tom said and looked down at the floor. “I'll or
