Post by Dan on May 12, 2015 8:54:54 GMT -8
This morning I'm getting ready to get out of bed, and Bella is more ready to get up than I am. She's poking around near my pillow, and generally being a pest, trying to get me up. Her attention suddenly shifts from me, and I see she is looking at a feather. Not really a feather, actually, but a small piece of down that has worked its way out of a pillow, and is laying on the sheet. It's a tiny fluff of down, about the size of a small pea, and the air conditioner is blowing on it. The fan has it moving in a way that would fascinate any cat, so she goes to investigate, of course.
And how do cats start investigations? With their nose, obviously. Have to see what it smells like first off. Well, she got a bit close trying to sniff it, and physics took over. The fluff instantly disappeared, right up her nose! This completely freaks her out, IT'S GONE! and she can feel it tickling her nostril. It wasn't a total cat freak out, but there was a bunch of rear leg only bed dancing, licking and pawing at her nose, and at the same time looking for that little piece of down, that was so fascinating and is now, GONE.
I start laughing, and of course that's her clue that it surely must be my fault. As she bails off of the bed, the down does what down does to anyones nose eventually. She sneezes and out comes the fluff of down, slightly damper than it was a minute ago. She sees it, looks at it like, "There you are" and give me the look that says "Why do you screw with me?"
And how do cats start investigations? With their nose, obviously. Have to see what it smells like first off. Well, she got a bit close trying to sniff it, and physics took over. The fluff instantly disappeared, right up her nose! This completely freaks her out, IT'S GONE! and she can feel it tickling her nostril. It wasn't a total cat freak out, but there was a bunch of rear leg only bed dancing, licking and pawing at her nose, and at the same time looking for that little piece of down, that was so fascinating and is now, GONE.
I start laughing, and of course that's her clue that it surely must be my fault. As she bails off of the bed, the down does what down does to anyones nose eventually. She sneezes and out comes the fluff of down, slightly damper than it was a minute ago. She sees it, looks at it like, "There you are" and give me the look that says "Why do you screw with me?"
