— when I yawn. It is absolutely terrifying to Hope. She stares at me like, “What are you DOING??”
— air freshener, perfume, anything that SPRAYS
— when I sit at my desk. She DOES NOT LIKE THAT and curls around my ankles, purring nervously, as though begging me to come to bed and stop freaking her out by sitting SOMEWHERE ELSE
— when I shower. She sits on the bathmat, staring up at me through the shower curtain with accusing eyes
— when I go to get a new garbage bag – she runs and hides. She knows that I will have to open the bag, and I usually have to whip it in the air to unstick the sides from each other, and Hope hates that so much. Even when I just open the door to where the garbage bags are, she runs away.
— pens. Anytime, anyplace, Hope is haunted by pens and will do what she can to vanquish her foe. Even if said pen is in my hand. She cannot let any pen have any moment of peace
— when I make the bed. All that billowing cloth in the air … No. Hope does not approve.
— the vacuum is a Balrog from the depths of the earth and that is all there is to it.
\the vacuum is a Balrog from the depths of the earth and that is all there is to it.\
that will have a smile[/smirk] on my face the rest of the day, sheila, thank you — it’s so true!
One of my cats is afraid of flashlights. It’s because I own a lightsaber that lights up and makes noise and is understandably terrifying. I guess I can sort of see how she made the connection.
She’s also afraid of bananas, but I have no ideas on how that happened.
// I own a lightsaber //
I love you.
I am so not a cat person but I seriously delight in these Hope posts. I go, “Oooh!” when I see her name come up in my Google reader. Neurotic cats are funny… except when I’m in the same room as one and it stares at me. That is not funny to me at all. On the contrary, it’s menacing and makes me very uncomfortable.
A writer with a cat who doesn’t like pens? There’s a horror movie demise waiting to happen at any second.
my cats like when I make the bed. They consider it a challange to mess up my work… They act like they’re playing “parachute” (elementary school??) and run underneath when I try to even out the sheets.
Both of my cats freak out and tear off through the house when the garbage bags come out. They hate that sound, too.
Lynn
In the middle of a gallstone attack, while I was writhing in pain, my cat bit me … 3 or 4 times. She doesn’t normally bite but it was like, “Stop that. I don’t like it.” Excuse me. Wasn’t all that wild about it, myself.
// I own a lightsaber //
I love you.
But I’m sure you weren’t surprised.
I would have been disappointed otherwise.
Love the Hope posts. Funny, she didn’t do anything like that when she was here. I think she is just trying to give you fodder for your blog.