...a cat who thinks she can fly.
Or climb walls.
I was awoken at an ungodly hour (Gad. 5 am on a vacation day is simply criminal) by our Ragdoll cat meowing.
Now I don't know if it's characteristic of the breed or just ours, but she is usually nearly mute. Her "meow" is the rarest of sounds, and when she DOES get vocal, she sounds like she has a muffler installed.
It's a nice change from the other two felines' caterwauling.
So it was startling to hear her bellow whilst perched on the end of our waterbed frame.
Staring straight UP.
At something crawling across the ceiling.
Waggling her rear back and forth, she prepared to pounce.
Straight at the wall.
And as she failed to find purchase on anything but a bare surface, she descended quickly, her claws producing that grating nails-on-a-chalkboard sound nearly the entire journey downward. Until it was brought to an abrupt end with a loud THUMP!
From my vantage point, I couldn't see if she landed on her feet, or if she was simply a heap on the floor. So instead of continuing my fit of laughter, I thought I'd better check on her. She had left the room and was fine except, I'm sure, for a slightly bruised dignity.
I went back to bed and was just drifting off to sleep when I spotted something.
Lowering itself on a thin thread from the ceiling.
Right. Over. My. Head.
Acccccck! A spider!
SuperCat! Where the hell are you when I need you?
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