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I just had one of the those, "if I only had a video camera those TV funnies shows would have paid me", moments.
I'm in the bedroom, reading. This is uncommon, because reading is kind of antisocial so I usually only do it when alone, and then I usually find different distractions. The bedroom is always dark, as such places should be; the sun is a miserable wake up call.
Still, for reading, I enjoy natural light. So I do something I don't think the cat has ever seen, I lift the blinds to let light pour onto the bed. Immediately, a portal to the outside world has opened in the cat's eyes.
The cat is wrong, the window is about five feet off the ground and has no sill. It is completely lacking the perches that familiar cat windows have. I try to explain this to the feline, but he's not buying it.
Happily, I'm facing the right direction when I hear the noise. I glance up from my book just in time to see a cat shaped silhouette spread eagle in the window light. The shape remains visible for the barest instance, followed immediately by a *thunk* sound and a small, mournful, meow.
The cat completely disappears from sight. Not even visibly grooming, he stays under the bed for some time, mostly likely praying to the cat gods for a swift demise to erase the mortifying moment. This intolerable feline embarrassment is probably exacerbated by my uncontrollable laughter.
Really, I haven't laughed that hard in a while. There's something so absurdly slapstick and cartoonish about a cat's forward momentum being halted by an unexpected wall.
Had to share.
I'm in the bedroom, reading. This is uncommon, because reading is kind of antisocial so I usually only do it when alone, and then I usually find different distractions. The bedroom is always dark, as such places should be; the sun is a miserable wake up call.
Still, for reading, I enjoy natural light. So I do something I don't think the cat has ever seen, I lift the blinds to let light pour onto the bed. Immediately, a portal to the outside world has opened in the cat's eyes.
The cat is wrong, the window is about five feet off the ground and has no sill. It is completely lacking the perches that familiar cat windows have. I try to explain this to the feline, but he's not buying it.
Happily, I'm facing the right direction when I hear the noise. I glance up from my book just in time to see a cat shaped silhouette spread eagle in the window light. The shape remains visible for the barest instance, followed immediately by a *thunk* sound and a small, mournful, meow.
The cat completely disappears from sight. Not even visibly grooming, he stays under the bed for some time, mostly likely praying to the cat gods for a swift demise to erase the mortifying moment. This intolerable feline embarrassment is probably exacerbated by my uncontrollable laughter.
Really, I haven't laughed that hard in a while. There's something so absurdly slapstick and cartoonish about a cat's forward momentum being halted by an unexpected wall.
Had to share.