Getting the house packed up and ready for moving has been an experience,
and this morning I got to observe a new cuteness.
We have had a cabinet in the bathroom for the last few years - a
freestanding thing that has been up against the wall. I took it down and
hauled it to the dump this weekend, so we have a lot more room in the
bathroom now than we used to. This means, of course, that all the cats
have to explore the room at every possible opportunity.
This morning when I finished my shower Amelia was sitting on the edge of
the tub, as she often does. This time, though, she didn't hop up on my
shoulder when I put on my robe. She was sitting on the edge of the tub,
staring at something inside. I wondered about that - I had just been
standing in there, and I sure hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.
When I stood beside Amelia, I found that what she was staring at so
intently was her own shadow! She would twitch an ear, then get excited
when the shadow-cat twitched an ear as well. She spent the better part of
5 minutes watching her own shadow.
jXwXeXrXmXoXnXt@sonic.net - 14 Mar 2007 03:48 GMT
> This morning when I finished my shower Amelia was sitting on the edge of
> the tub, as she often does. This time, though, she didn't hop up on my
> shoulder when I put on my robe. She was sitting on the edge of the tub,
> staring at something inside. I wondered about that - I had just been
> standing in there, and I sure hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary.
> When I stood beside Amelia, I found that what she was staring at so
> intently was her own shadow! She would twitch an ear, then get excited
> when the shadow-cat twitched an ear as well. She spent the better part of
> 5 minutes watching her own shadow.
Whenever cats stare intently at something near me (especially, *on* me),
I get a bit uneasy - what are they looking at? Is it big, many-legged,
and nasty looking? I think of it as a cat's way of pointing at your
shoulder and going, "Ewwwwwwww, what's thaaaaaaat?" like kids do to each
other. :)
Amelia is good at entertaining herself - that's a sign of high emotional
intelligence. And I'm a sucker for any story about swivelling cat ears. :)
Joyce