Cat Tales
Theresa the inept is an embarrassment to all cat kind. Just about every morning she tries to jump across onto the head of our bed. Generally, while doing so she takes out at least something from the top of the bedside table.
If she lands square, then she turns back to survey whatever fell with academic interest. If she has to scramble a bit but ends up on the bed, once secure she pretends nothing happened. But sometimes she ends up slowly sliding down the opposite side of the bedside table, resigned but frustrated that her claws can get no purchase.
Any other cat, ignobly deposited on the floor under these circumstances, would find it suddenly necessary to give their shoulder (or some other part of their anatomy) a good scrub, and possibly to stalk off after giving the bedside table a disdainful glare or dismissive stretch/kick. Not Teresa. She'll sit there a minute, with this, "Huh, I thought that was going to work" look on her face, and then either head for the foot of the bed to approach it from a different angle, or wander off to do something else entirely, her mood not the least impaired.
If she lands square, then she turns back to survey whatever fell with academic interest. If she has to scramble a bit but ends up on the bed, once secure she pretends nothing happened. But sometimes she ends up slowly sliding down the opposite side of the bedside table, resigned but frustrated that her claws can get no purchase.
Any other cat, ignobly deposited on the floor under these circumstances, would find it suddenly necessary to give their shoulder (or some other part of their anatomy) a good scrub, and possibly to stalk off after giving the bedside table a disdainful glare or dismissive stretch/kick. Not Teresa. She'll sit there a minute, with this, "Huh, I thought that was going to work" look on her face, and then either head for the foot of the bed to approach it from a different angle, or wander off to do something else entirely, her mood not the least impaired.