In which the author reports that apparently Wembley is not a fan of Churchill...
At the risk of sounding like a Krazy Kat Lady, I have to briefly report on my orange and white roommate. To start off, I recognize that my cat is a weird, weird, dude. This pink fingernailed Korean garbage kitty is a few French fries short of a happy meal. I know that, and most of the time, I'm OK with it. I deal with the situational bulimia, the twice-daily Crazy Time and the swinging-like-Tarzan from the curtains. However, it has become clear that when the going gets tough, Wembley is probably hiding under the couch. Quite simply, he cannot keep calm and carry on.
There was an Incident not that long ago with the vacuum. Wembley can't cope with the vacuum, but instead of hiding he ran around, jumped over the vacuum, jumped onto the stove, tried to jump to the top of the fridge, grabbed a glass baking pan by mistake, and somehow managed to beat the glass pan to the floor. He then scrabbled around like a cartoon character (legs churning without generating any forward movement like the roadrunner) before shooting off and down the stairs. Awesome.
Last night, the smoke detector went off (don't ask). Wembley's eyes got huge and he started to spin in circles in the middle of the floor whilst howling. This continued until I managed to get the batteries out of the stupid alarm. Apparently, Wembley is NOT the one you want around in an emergency.
There was an Incident not that long ago with the vacuum. Wembley can't cope with the vacuum, but instead of hiding he ran around, jumped over the vacuum, jumped onto the stove, tried to jump to the top of the fridge, grabbed a glass baking pan by mistake, and somehow managed to beat the glass pan to the floor. He then scrabbled around like a cartoon character (legs churning without generating any forward movement like the roadrunner) before shooting off and down the stairs. Awesome.
Last night, the smoke detector went off (don't ask). Wembley's eyes got huge and he started to spin in circles in the middle of the floor whilst howling. This continued until I managed to get the batteries out of the stupid alarm. Apparently, Wembley is NOT the one you want around in an emergency.