Mishka vs. the ceiling fan
28 November, 2005
So, I’m sitting there at lunch, enjoying some nasty fast food and catching up on the news when my electricity goes out. Damn. I wait for a bit, but it’s time to go back to lunch. I walk into the living room to see Mishka on top of the entertainment center staring intently at the still ceiling fan. It dawns on me: he’s never seen it when it’s not moving. He mews and chatters at the fan. It is, apparently, now a sworn enemy. I could try and get him down from the entertainment center (the back corner if it is pretty close to the ceiling fan), but I know he’d just get right back up there after I leave. I take a picture of the scene and leave – certain that I’ll come back to a broken fan, broken cat or some combination of the two. Luckily, he seems to have left the fan alone.
And from the “I have the flu and have been spending a lot of time in bed” series of cat photos…
