Frank and Nikki used to hate my table fan. They didn't like wind in
general - on the island they would stay inside as much as possible on a
windy day. They never could understand why Meowmie would want it to be
Last night, it was very hot, and I took out my fan and set it on my
bedside table because I like it to be cool in my bedroom at night. I
assumed I wouldn't have any feline company that night.
Sure enough, Miranda didn't come near the bed, but just as I was
drifting off, I felt a big weight landing on the bed. Caliban came
prancing up to the fan, very e***d, checked it out, and then flopped
down between my face and the fan. Actually, in my face. Soon the fan was
blowing my nose full of Cali hair. Every now and then, Cal got up and
walked about a bit in the breeze, then flopped down again between me and
the fan. He obviously loved it.
I had been thinking that he didn't like the heat a lot, but this was
still a surprise. He didn't mind the inside wind at all.
Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.