Janey is afraid of loud noises, big things and machine movement; she shies away from anything that has one those frightful components, but for some reason she has a giant crush on the one thing in the house that features all three combined phobia factors:
Our ancient, heaving and locomotive behemoth dryer.
You cannot see it in this moment, but Janey is moving about 10-20 mm each direction with the beat of the machine
which
incidentally
sounds like a steam engine on that final uphill push into the Rockies...
a quick version of "I think I can I think I can"....
And yet she flips and rubs her cheek along its edges and generally looks like she's taken a hit of something green and good.
Jones does NOT approve.
He is very busy being very very extremely jealous.
Mmmmm hmmm.
I feel ashamed somehow, too.
Signing off with your breaking news from the laundry room in San Jose,
Sunny
7 comments:
Ha ha ha, thanks for the chuckle!
Oh my gosh. Adore it. And cats. I feel like if we could enter the minds of cats it would be more overwhelming than the extremest of extraterrestrials.
violet: my please, sweet lady!!
emmy: oh my goodness, we'd be paralyzed by survival instinct and our own beauty!!! :)
ha ha ha ha , I meant to say my pleasure, V!!
Such a story... I clung to every word. I love Saturdays when I just hang at home, because our three cats welcome me a little into their world too.
too funny!
Kitties are the best! I <3 the story. :o) We have 3 crazy kitties!
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