For three days, The Cat has been alternating between supremely loving and supremely freaked out. A few hours ago, the hot water heater sprung a huge leak, inundating the back bathroom, adjacent bedroom, and quite a bit of the back yard. This sounds impressive until you hear that our back yard is about the size of some people's parking spaces at work. Ok, that's not completely accurate, but it is a narrow strip of land between the back of the mobile home and the back fence. So it isn't acres of rambling desert.
Now we know the source of the freak-out. With her innate sensitivity to All Things Wrong, and her innate loathing of standing water, The Cat probably sensed the leak beneath the carpet long before it became visible. Only her lack of wings kept her on the floor.. and even then, she did a fine job of short-distance levitation in her attempt to drag me out of harm's way. Last I saw her, she was clinging to the top level of one of the cat habitats, herding ants in, two by two.
0 comments:
Post a Comment