The poor cat.
Yesterday I was in the bathroom and I heard a noise from the kitchen. It sounded like a glass or cup fell, but didn’t break. Thing is, I only had two mugs out, both were sitting on top of the stove and from what I remembered, neither was near the edge.
So what fell…and how?
When I step in to the kitchen I see the cat’s water bowl on the opposite side of the kitchen from where it normally is, the water that is usually in the bowl is all over the floor, and the cat is nowhere to be found.
What. The. Heck.
I’m more worried about the cat than the water so I step over the little pond that is now on my kitchen floor and call out for Striker. I noticed him hiding in the living room, behind the ottoman, looking so worried. I step towards him, softly ask what happened, and the poor little guy comes running over, jumps in to my arms and clings to me.
I don’t know what happened, but whatever it was scared the bejeezus out of the poor guy.
The only thing to be done at that point was hold him, reassure him, for a couple minutes I basically stood there, with his head tucked under my chin, his claws gripping my sweater, while I rocked back and forth…imagine how you instinctively move when trying to soothe a baby, that was me, with the cat.
He kept looking over at where his water bowl usually is, like he was making sure things were ok. I kept looking over wondering if whatever scared him was going to reappear. I’m imagining a massive spider scaring him while he was drinking, and I’m just waiting for it to pop back out from wherever it is hiding so I can scream like a ninny and then kill it.
Both the cat and I are afraid of spiders but only one of us kills them, the other one hides behind the one killing the spiders…sigh…
You know how there is that whole “fight or flight” thing we all have? He only has flight.
At least he knows he can jump in to my arms and I’ll make things better. Soooo, a smart scaredey cat?
Must be exhausting being so cute.
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 
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