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
Ha ha ha, thanks for the chuckle!
ReplyDeleteOh 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.
ReplyDeleteviolet: my please, sweet lady!!
ReplyDeleteemmy: 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!!
ReplyDeleteSuch 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.
ReplyDeletetoo funny!
ReplyDeleteKitties are the best! I <3 the story. :o) We have 3 crazy kitties!
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