Our cat was a nervous wreck yesterday. We couldn't figure out why until Mike started folding the blankets he'd washed and piled on the livingroom floor.
She was terrified of them.
We'd be talking and she'd jump just from our voices, then gingerly step back to paw at the blankets.
Of course we couldn't resist messing with her. After all, isn't that our job as humans? Pester innocent, unsuspecting animals? (Don't feel too sorry for her... she attacked Emma today as she walked past.)
We're the cruel, cat-torturing type of people.
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My boyfriend's cat is terrified of the ceiling fan if it's turned off. She will come in to the room and check and if it's off she will sit there and glare at you and it until you get up and turn it on. But she gets all skittish like that until you do. It's great!
That could be the dumbest cat I've ever seen. Hilarious!!!!!
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