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And a minor cat story before I go to the ref desk this morning
Last night, mindful of the warning of possibly-freezing temperatures, I dragged my old down comforter out of the closet and put it on top of the bed. As it was actually rather warm, I had it thrown back and not on me. The cat normally sleeps on a kitty bed covered with a towel, with a microwaveable heating pad underneath during the winter. She jumped on the bed as she normally does, and started investigating this strange new thing, especially the cave formed by part of it being thrown back. Now, she normally hates things that make her feel confined - she doesn't like being picked up or hugged, and she hates it when I put things on top of her, so I was surprised that she crept into the cave formed by the comforter, and turned around a few times. I got up and walked to the other side of the bed to see what she was doing, and she'd managed to creep all the way in, turn around, and poke her head out like a little furry burrito. :) Purred like mad, too. It was loud: a Force 5 purr.
And a short story about a previous cat my family had when I was growing up: this cat, Vermont, was fascinated by cows. We lived out in the country just outside of town, and the guy who owned the land just across the small dirt road from our land ran cattle on it part of the year. Occasionally Vermont would accompany one of us out to the end of the drive to get the mail, and would sit and watch the cows for a while. That wasn't the only thing, though. She never showed any interest in the TV, except once. I was watching a video of Top Secret, the Val Kilmer comedy. During the section where two German officers disguise themselves as a cow, represented by a cow wearing rubber boots walking across a field, Vermont alerted and fixed her gaze on the screen. When the scene cut away, she lost interest. When it cut back to the cow, she fixed her attention on it again. :) She only had one eye, so I'm not sure she really knew how big cows were. Perspective was not her strong suit - she'd hide under the bed, hidden by the blanket where it touched the floor, and you'd walk by and see this little white paw poking out from under it, trying to scratch you as you walked by ... five or more feet away.
And a short story about a previous cat my family had when I was growing up: this cat, Vermont, was fascinated by cows. We lived out in the country just outside of town, and the guy who owned the land just across the small dirt road from our land ran cattle on it part of the year. Occasionally Vermont would accompany one of us out to the end of the drive to get the mail, and would sit and watch the cows for a while. That wasn't the only thing, though. She never showed any interest in the TV, except once. I was watching a video of Top Secret, the Val Kilmer comedy. During the section where two German officers disguise themselves as a cow, represented by a cow wearing rubber boots walking across a field, Vermont alerted and fixed her gaze on the screen. When the scene cut away, she lost interest. When it cut back to the cow, she fixed her attention on it again. :) She only had one eye, so I'm not sure she really knew how big cows were. Perspective was not her strong suit - she'd hide under the bed, hidden by the blanket where it touched the floor, and you'd walk by and see this little white paw poking out from under it, trying to scratch you as you walked by ... five or more feet away.
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I once shared a house with a one-eyed black cat named Purpose and I couldn't figure out why she was so skitey... depth perception. Yeah. XD People were always TOO CLOSE RUN AWAY EEEEEE!
Vermont: Mmmmm cow. They're not so big. I could take them.
*runs ten yards without getting a cow*
Vermont: wtf?!
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Crap. I don't have a Nanami-cow icon I can use.
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There, that's better!
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